Needless Things: Serpents and Skulls

Through caverns deep where shadows crawl, The serpents wind, they hear the call, Their tongues like daggers taste the air, They circle thrones of bones laid bare.

Around the skulls their bodies twine, A dance of death, a sacred sign, The hollow sockets drink the night, While fangs drip venom, sharp with blight.

The skulls remember wars long passed, Each fracture speaks, each crack will last, The serpents whisper ancient ties, And coil the truth with poison lies.

Together they reign bones and dark, As venomous fangs leave their mark, Serpents and skulls in endless fight, Entwined forever devoid of any light. NNN