Slithering,

Along the ground,

Entwining among branches of trees,

Coiling up,

Camouflaging themselves,

Striking when you least expect,

Nightmares of them I have,

Slithering at my feet,

Up my body,

To my face,

Waking up,

Screaming, crying,

In a cold sweat,

I dread them,

Evil in my eyes,

A mile I could run,

Should I see one,

Faster than my feet can go,

The emblem of Satin,

Are snakes,