Someone visited me yesterday.
He stood tall in my backyard.
Eyes bright,
Eager, expectant.
Dread filled me, and panic.
I shivered, looking at him.
He looked awesome.
And I loved him.
I thought of his story,
How he had come, this far.
And the legacy,
Of arrogant dignity.
Then he turned,
And moved away.
I thought of my children,
Of horrifying stories.
I ran and killed him.
How I wish it ended there.
Just as Promethean guilt.
But I am doomed to regret
And wept for a kinship no more.
For a beautiful being,
Suddenly no more.
I killed the snake
That visited me
In my loneliness.
