Albastor: The Serpent

Oh!
Lingering in his abode
A most usual position
This serpent dwells in my soul
Sighting his head at the pinnacle of my desires
Twisting and turning in a trance-like state
My eyes fixate
My body urges once more
For the taste of its warmth in my blood
With Eve hid in the confessional
I approach him
Noting his mood was offset
As I digress from matters at hand
I look over my shoulder
His eyes follow in a serpentine fashion
Catching my glance
The tension had snapped
Coiling his strike for the vicious lash unleashed
Upon my face
Pistol in hand
It pressed cold and firm upon my temple
As a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead
«Was there someone back there boy?»
«Nobody I swear»
Just the shadows that haunt my addiction
An unconvinced face was only to be shrugged off and replaced
With a look of concern
«If you get done, you didn’t get it from me»
Cursing me once again
I reach for its touch and catch it in my palm
The back of his head resembled a mad man talking to himself
His shadow sild and twisted through the pews
Laughing, he pocketed his gun, turning to my face
«You got any new associates?
Give 'em a taste of what ol' Allie’s got
And you’ll give them a good shot
I’ll make it worth your while»
He proceeded to his exit, leaving the chapel
I open my hand to reveal the opium