Shackles and Snakes

Shackles you adorn me in,

snap in half-

as heart and arms grow.

Evolution of a man creeps up slow,

while enigmas of an inner child are quelled on behalf-

of your original sin.

Hidden in gray hairs-

are tales,

of a man, who tasted blood,

and was dragged through the mud.

Borne by snakes, who hid their dazzling scales-

and injected their venom with diminutive care.

Snakes and shackles,

bow and break before true clout;

now vanquished. But not without scars-

that paint eyes bruised. Vision guided to the stars.

No doubt-

of the perfect clarity obtained by silenced cackles.

Feet firmly planted on soft ground-

direction hazy.

Smile creeps across fat lip,

blood drips- prepare to give demons the slip.

Walk past fields of daisies; feelings crazy.

We are the same; they and I. Yet I am a man- newly crowned.

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