Born from Medusa’s body after her death…
Your prompt is ASP.
Death, on its belly
Forked tongue and hypnotic gaze
This, your serpent god
The beautiful asp, is deadly.
Born from Medusa’s body after her death…
Your prompt is ASP.
Death, on its belly
Forked tongue and hypnotic gaze
This, your serpent god
The beautiful asp, is deadly.
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Cleopatra dreams,
Asp curled in her palm—whispers
of empires falling.
Sand shifts, so does fate,
An asp's kiss on royal skin—
Crowns tumble, silent.
Eyes meet, histories blur,
Asp and queen, entwined in myth—
Death winks, curt and sly.
Nile's daughter, star-bound,
Asp's embrace, a final dance—
Time pauses, smirking.
Ink spills, tales unfold,
Cleopatra and her asp—
Love's odd, twisted shape.
It coils, watches,
Favored by assassins and
Crossword puzzlers.