I found the fabled serpent

in a world seemingly devoid of evil.

within endless fields

of scattered clovers

dancing restlessly to the hollow waltz

of Earth's very heart.

However, my eyes would never gaze upon

the luck I so desired. 

It was instead found

among precious emeralds

veiled in raven hair. 

And alike to the clovers,

it seemed you possessed

an ancillary heart.

Two souls irreconcilable

between comedy and tragedy.

Where limber fingers etched

around my perception of intimacy.

Where decaying ambition became overwhelmed

by the fetor of greed. 

Where Pride warred tirelessly with Envy,

and Hope drowned in neglected seas

asphyxiated with the pollution of those

who only know lust.