The Great Boa

The Great Boa

By Tim Reed

rope of black eyes

cold and strong

Will you rise to meet me?

Will I stumble to greet you?

Others do not see you, but those should fear.

I do not fear the coils of Hades

Nor the heat of Perdition's flames

- icy burning coals set in black orbs -

I see you, but oh

my hand is steady

my foot swift

I refuse to jump the Great Boa

but I will meet him

I refuse to jump the Great Boa

but my heel will gladly crush his head

rope of black eyes

dead and cold

the Great Boa rises no more - forever