Think from the tail end
A pointed tip as a Sagittarius arrow
Quick on his feet
Like a snake, that he wish
A smile constraining a dragons breath
A devil when he sees himself in the mirror
A lion stripped of his mane
Give the dagger a sharp edge
Maybe it will cut the cost of the pain
Feigning
A lack of a quiver
Steely spines
Under the boot will never
Back down
You can't keep this serpent down
For all the hatred that was endured
A color spectrum is obscured
In solid colors the rhythm can't be heard
But in the sound of silence
Will the whispering Willows unfold the blossoming bouquet
A message yielding hints for another day
Pay attention closely
For all the mouth has to say
Or you'll be the next victim
That will pay the price the ignorant always have to pay...
©palewriter
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