No Sight

As the serpent slithers across the floor, he tends to remind you how your a little woe...

The laughter in the back is hard to Kount, the roughness of the one who speaks, who constantly watches and seeks.

The girl whom holds the whole world, was once a little girl. The birds that fly high, and taddle tales to the most Divine.

For the eyes are the secret even with no sight.

Short and stout, white face with hair all around. He's quick to be there, but when your down, he's no where to be found.

Ranges in height. Ranges in fright, there in that place, where's there's no light.

So of course some will feel sick and frightened, maybe it really is the end, of not only of one but for many who thinks they have won.