small band warriors crept through the city,
towards the dark, gaping hole in the highway,
loud rumbling snores blast out of the tar and clay.
The leading man called Bheka walks up to the tunnel,
this is the serpent’s lair and the snake seems asleep,
so down the men sneak into the black burrow, deep.
Grey spider webs cover the burnt walls in clumps,
and the air is filled with the ugly stench of death,
rivers of smoke leave the men gasping for breath.
As they venture downwards the snores get louder,
rattling the walls, dislodging pebbles and dirt,
All the men are scared and on high alert.
Finally they reach the end of the tunnel,
where in a huge twisted pile the snake lies,
Bheka gasps at the serpent’s great size.
The men walk silently up to the snakes head,
clutching their poisonous swords and spears,
the men fight to still their growing fears.
Bheka raises the signal to stab the beast,
and the men let their weapons fly,
the sand serpent wakes with a cry.
Writhing as the spears penetrate its hide,
releasing their deadly toxins into its blood,
the snake thrashes, tossing up rocks and mud.
Hissing in anger the serpent roars a pillar of flame.
The men duck for cover as burning red fire rains down,
They rush up the tunnel avoiding the falling rocks, brown.
The serpent’s painful roars slowly fade down to nothing,
and only dead silence hovers in the air around the men,
as they cautiously creep back into the snake’s den.
At the bottom lies the still serpent,
its eyes grey and scales burnt black,
it now lies finished and on its back.
The toxic spears have done
and the prehistoric serpent is dead,
as a new future for man lies ahead.