I escaped from paradise
Free in the green, the grey mist
The ice and sometimes sunshine…
How did the serpent find me here?
She with the brown-scaled skin, lidless eyes
Grey hood flaring slightly
Sipping whisky, noiselessly,
Mirthless smile and silent laughter
Lips lifted only slightly
Above the fangs and hollow affection
Watching and waiting to strike
And suck empty my egg of peace
If I should look the other way.
This is some more old verse written many years ago.