The Hawk

You tell tales
Like a wrinkled frail old man
But one who turned his back on history
Muttering, squeezing words into ears
Like a vicious viper, injecting venom into one
Slithering away…after the deed is done
Your tales are like a ritual, you chant out unsound words
Hoping to give yourself some graces
But your desires aren’t aligned with a balance of fortunes…between you and others
But only the good of you.
It’s just that it’s different…
You’re the Snake…I’m the Hawk
I elevate, I show myself and my eyes have the perfect perspective…of finding truth