I have met the serpent in the darkness many times
We have our little chat and a couple of laughs
Before I step on him
Mashing his head with my heavy heel
As he whips his long tail around
His little stinger at the end
Jabbing me a good sting
Sending me back the way I came
Running through a garden with a beautiful woman
Wishing the giant drops of tears were only rain.
Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom… Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.