The judge stands strong
Even though all along
He knew his choices wrong
Pangolin sealed grin
Long as he was thin
Shows his colors
To condemn his brothers
Innocence Damned
Jaded sight
Everyones a blight
Not greed or pride
That fuels his drive
But a deeper rage
That grows in age
Rumors that spread
Claim his heart out bled
So he eats his lovers
Fat blood and blubber
The snake moved through the weeds and bushes and grass—striving for the perfect place to
protect her soon-to-come eggs. She is a very old snake who has seen many of her own kind
slaughtered at man's hands. She knows she must find the perfect spot, or they will be killed.
Weeks are spent travelling along the roads her predators do until she finally slithers across a
tree. One that has roots several inches off of the ground and gives way to a strangely built
cavern just underneath the oak. It’s perfect.
Almost as soon as she settles there, she gives birth and does her best to be by them all the
time. She spends her mornings wrapped around her eggs, watching the entrance diligently. No
matter how safe they feel, she knows danger lurks. At night when all go to sleep, she leaves to
hunt, finding it easy to catch mice to feast on and live off of for a couple of days until she
hungers again. However, she begins to notice more shadows outside of her home. Fearful, she
watched more attentively than ever. The shadow reached closer towards the entrance, but
before they could peak inside, she stroked. Biting the leg of the animal who had dared to attack
her babies.
They ran in fear, but her own tensions were high. She was determined to keep them safe, so
she left less and watched. Every time a shadow got close, she bit them and watched them
scurry away. One day, she saw the largest shadow she had ever seen; terrified but still
protective, the snake bit. She barely dodged the foot of the human she had attacked, slithering
back into her home and curling around her eggs. It took them hours to leave, and she left for her
nightly hunt. Starving for food but quickly catching and eating a mouse so she could get home.
However, when she returned to her house, she found the tree roots ripped out at the usual
entrance. Inside her eggs were nothing more than a crushed pile. She promised then and there
to hurt humans till she died. Rage never simmering from the loss of her children. She had
nothing to lose anymore, so she succumbed to evil desires. To this day, whenever someone
finds an aggressive snake, they may call it the vengeful mother.