flight of the butterfly, rising free
Place of great peace
Home of a loving God
Quiet garden of prayer
Wondrous, gentle retreat
Rippling waters flowing
Glorious light streams
Touches the growing heart
And the river below
Sweet smell of almonds
Emanating from the snake
Strikes out and bites
Poison floods my veins
For an instant of elation
Walked into the dark wood
Tempted by the serpent
Powerless to see the lies
Vision is growing dimmer
Venom's power overtaking
Lost in the darkness
Smile begins to fade
Fear in an instant overwhelms
Breathing impossibly fast
Intense flood of thoughts
Paralyzing flood of poison
I want to be the snake
Slither amongst the moss
No remorse for the pain
Bitterness of my skin in his mouth
And then the breathing slows
Tunnel closing in
and it
stops.