the shadow of treachery

The Afican mamba hisses

Crawling silently on the wall

It comes from a far continent

Now staying cool waiting for its victims

Once it bites

Chances to survive

You can dream on it

You can hear the bell ringing

The colours changing

The black hole of falling grace

Once you fall into its pit

There is no escape

So it is best to remember

Bring a spear or a knife

Along the way under the dark shadow

You will never know the bites..