Now* whispers the serpent, do you feel my pain?
What pain? I ask, fearing it's response.
Oh child, dear, you are still blinded
Blinded? But my tears were as red as the embers of burning coal! I felt them burn as they slid down my guilt ridden face. These tears, you said, would let me see.
Ah. Only you can cure yourself, I have not that power.
Yet you have the power of temptation, to show me my flaws, my insecurities. To point out every little thing I've done wrong. Saying the thing I should've said, in the stories you repeat over and over! I scream.
I am a figment of your imagination. You tempt yourself my darling.
You have the power
I have no such power, you underestimate my abilities. If I could stop it I would!!
No you wouldn't Deep fiery glow radiates from the sly serpent's eyes.
*You like it too much
