Joel the wolf
Rise up itís ugly head, all who see it will retreat
Itís s ferrous like strikes leaves
us all in itís wake a total defeat.
Serpentine coils surround unbound emotions
taking advantage sliding upon heart felt lotions.
Demons beware and devils take care,
she is the motherís bane of all you hold dear
look her in the eye, show her you donít cry if you dare.
Itís gaping jaws this serpentine beast, that lays within us all
opens wide you canít hide your fears from itís grinding maw.
It slithers through creating holes bringing forth our hidden woeís
She doesnít care there is no snare to halt her taking of friend or foe.
Just pat her head and ask her to rest, this serpentine demon of ours
this is all we can ask, if at our best, within our tear stained showers.
[This message has been edited by Joel the wolf (edited 04-07-2000).]