Reptile

The eye is deceiving, when the heart is willing-

Theres a nasty rumor going about town-

The villagers are robust, bursting at the seams,

To tell the epic tale of your demise-

This kind of insidious hemlock

Has confused

Even the most upright

Of the mortals who walk

Amongst us

However,

Every so often

By the snaking edge

Of a river

Pregnant with April

A virgin is born

Not the virgin

That swarms our heads

No,

This is a wasp of the finest distinction

Its the pure poison

Of selflessness.

When that child

Pulled her lips from the swelling water

History was already decided

Freewill must exist as a paradoxical freedom-

But, thats the great thing about the creator

We will never out chess her-

And so

This clean being

By pure way of nature

Pushes and pulls

with non abiding cruelty and sweet crystalline nobility

Through her most potent trait:

An absolute lack of attachment-

Thus it is proven

The ancient Law:

That wherever there is goodness,

Also lurks in relentless pursuit

The more sinister reptilian-