The serpent

The serpent took the form of a woman.She lies in wait for another unsuspecting victim.Unfortunatly,my father was one of them.He fell in love with her unknowing of what lies beneath.He tried to make a functional home where I would feel a brief taste of the loving home I had been missing.All he recieved in return was pain and grief.The serpent took one deadly bite of his heart which he had blindly opened.She left him gasping on the floor,blood and tears flowing like rivers.She took everything he had and left him empty and cold.She left him to rot,struggling to get back up again.She is still waiting for her chance to strike again even though she had drained every last bit of strength he had left.If he gets locked up again,I fear he would not recover.I fear I would lose the only other parent I had in this world with the abscence of my mother.I watched helplessly as the serpent devoured him and left without looking back.She appeared harmless at first but by the time he realized what she was it was too late.Even when the church learned of the serpent,cloaked in a reverands robe,they still embraced her and my perplexity grows.How many other helpless victims will silently fall to their knees?No one knows.