Boa Constrictor

Gleaming scales, serpent’s tongue

took down the boy with just one lunge.

He’s screaming, crying, pain’s multiplying,

flame of life is slowly dying.

It’s too late, nothing can be done,

he’ll go down while the night is young.

Citizens watch, horror etched on their faces,

they’ll go home and count their graces.

He wakes up from the vivid dream,

learns that life is like a balance beam,

for nothing is quite how it seems.

I based this on a dream my dad had when he was a boy.