Snake
Inside a cave, somewhere deep
In bygone times, in Ancient Greece
A woman or a creature, sits alone
Two sisters – slain, two corpses
By her side, preparations interrupted
Bloodied dress, no longer white, the bride
Turns to her groom, her lips
Arranged in some strange way, parted for
A kiss
And in the silence, a hissing and a scraping
Metal on stone, sword on bone,
Reflections of terror (or love)
The bride, eyes – wide, unblinking
Catches her own face, has second thoughts
The man she’s caught, who courts
Severed head, one blow, and off to court.