Speckled Bands
Hearts of darkness, hearts of clay,
souls who scatter night through day,
causing all to stall and stay
by their hand the freer way;
crime and wicked punishment
ease the fear of those who spent
careful days that they resent
when the fall has waned and went;
speckled bands of crawling snakes,
serpents dwell on their mistakes,
hoarding all their cups and cakes
for the feast when fasting breaks;
on the road once paved in gold,
where I saw the boy grow old,
where I crafted tales untold;
they are now what I behold.
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