the hush of the wind blowing through the grass and trees
Cold stone markers and the head of each grave
The lonely, empty feeling of truth wells up inside me
this is my place, my peace
listen and hear the quiet, smooth slither and scrape of scales on rock
my beloved serpent slowly entwines up my leg and progresses to my shoulders
Calmly, slowly i walk to the car
regretful to be leaving this place
a feeling of sorrow fills my body as i drive home in the sweet moonlight
a final thought fills my head
the only true peace comes with death
the only true happiness come with my last breath.