The red-eyed serpent’s bite
Is one of such potency and might
That no spell or potion,
No other facet of the spectre of human emotions,
Can lessen its victim’s pain.
All such efforts are made in vain.

Through the tall green grass the red-eyed serpent slithers,
And each strand of green it touches withers,
And this act of decay,
Is in fact the only way
To discover the viper.

But it matters not if you inspect its tracks,
For it makes up in speed what it in method lacks,
And it bites you hard and causes you pain
For the poison burns inside your veins,
And as you writhe in remorse,
The poison runs its course,
Until it blackens your heart and your face goes numb
So you can’t even bare to keep your smile,
          And unavoidably turn pitifully glum.

And then, and only then,
When you’re living your life all over again,
The red-eyed serpent slithers up to your face
Finding great satisfaction in your disgrace,
And you dare not to cry,
Not even venture a sigh,
For you’re lost in the redness of the serpent’s eye.