There is a serpent, and there is a dragon, They bargain for mind and heart, With tongues and scales, Through shedding skin and ashes, Broken promises of euphoria.
In their witching hour, Hypnotic, manic induction, Feverishly driven, A temptation and tease, Replaces abundance.
With the moon behind the sun, As shadows darken, Purpose is plundered, Through fascination, A wondrous curiosity.
Stubborn and boneheaded, The battle with eternal conviction, Control and choice are...