A Gathering of Serpents

I can feel my armour,
The weight is significant.

Bolted under flesh
Protective.
Impenetrable.
Invisible.

Hardening my outlook
Strengthening my resolve.

I am preparing for a battle
Of a different kind
Where I’m going
Serpents dwell.

Where venom is shared
With a smile
And a mouth full of lies.

I’m going behind
Enemy lines
And my weapons
Are ready.

Blades sharpened.
Artillery loaded.
Mind nuclear
And primed.

I know
What waits for me there.
I know
What wears the smile.
And I know
What hides
Behind the teeth.

Sleep will find me
Aggressive.
Obsessive.
Protective.

The nightmares
Will regret
Their attempts
To corrupt.

They will find
No easy entrance.
No exposed flesh.
No weakness
To crawl inside.

I’m going behind
Enemy lines
And my weapons
Are ready.