the snake saw beauty for the first time

when it flew through the sky looking so divine

the snake wondered and pondered

how colors so beautiful existed

a flap of its wings and then it sank

onto the petals from which it drank

why was the snake not born with wings

it wanted to fly alongside the benign

the snake wished it could capture

as it stayed so still, enraptured

it tensed up as if ready to leave

and the snake couldn’t help but cleave

the pretty colors became a tainted red

the snake just wanted it to stay

the snake did not know love although it wished to

for it was born with sharp fangs to chew

and scary eyes and ugly scales that everyone fears

for he was never created for beauty, just to kill