Wei-yun, the Black ViperDarkness at his heart ( that cold stone organ)
Man-snake, coiled to strike with no mercy.
Hate-driven in pursuit of power,
Controlling the world in misery.
Seemingly, no chink in his armour,
He casts off pain like a slothed skin.
Wei-yun, the Black Viper
Stands tall in battle,
A golden snake on his shield.
He surveys the dead with satisfaction,
Looking for signs of life to extinguish.
Frozen in fear, the people wait,
Listening in the depths; hidden.
Wei-yun, the Black Viper
Rares up like a snake’s head,
Waiting to spring.
Sensing a challenge, his tongue flickers.
Through the gloom, a sword flashes,
Wei-yun advances, knife clasped.
Fangs bared, he is ready.
Wei-yun, the Black Viper,
Faces his opponent.
An angry stab meets flesh,
A body slumps in despair, the snake’s victory?
The sword raised in golden light
Held, strong before the boy’s face.
Michael, named for an archangel.
Michael, calling on his namesake,
Draws light with his sword.
Attacking with steel,
White, purple, turquoise,
A shower of sharp rays pierce the dark.
The viper’s face lit with fury,
A hiss of unknown pain, he is down.
Michael, the stranger,
Guided by Yeshe, the wise,
Had come to smite the serpent.
As in the garden of Eden,
The Black Viper lay grovelling.
Undead but defeated,
A statue in a painful pool of light.