November Feature: Sympathy for the Devil by Saron Bryan

Slither beside me, sly friend.

Your scales, once bright,

Now glimmer dull gray in this last twilight.

 

Envy clouds

your reptilian eyes, for legs,

hands, eternity, but

 

I ache for you,

Music Master

who traded your maestro hands

for power.

 

Now, you writhe in Inferno,

in the agony

of Holy silence.

 

Oh Serpent, your end is near.

Your forked tongue labors through

your aged lips.

 

Your slither is slow now.

Rest awhile by me.

You’re damned, you’re dying.

But I am here.

               You do not have to die alone.