Lord of the Desert

I love this poem by Phillip Kirke, I studied it for year...9 english, wow what a long time ago, but it brought me into the love of the word 'sibiliance' ....it's wonderful. ^_^ Awesome poem too.

Oh, sibiliance is the repeatedness of the 'ss' sound. Hehe.

The graceful black snake glides effortlessly,

Across the searing sandy sea,

A winding trail lies in his wake,

Gliding, sliding, lithe, black snake.

Small black eyes search the ground,

Gliding on without a sound.

A winding trail lies in his wake,

Rippling, weaving, lithe, black snake.

With tireless grace his body moves,

Leaving endless winding grooves.

A winding trail lies in his wake,

Dark and soulless, lithe, black snake.

In blazing sun his scales shine,

Gliding on till end of time.

A winding trail lies in his wake,

Endless movement, lithe, black snake.

Deserts, dunes, eternal sand,

Parched and dead ground is his land.

A winding trail lies in his wake,

Lord of the Desert, lithe, black snake.