SNAKE
Once her guardian now her hunter Once my ward now prey…
The first men I put in the ground I did to save Saban Toussaint The last men were for her too. She dared to leave me while I protected her. But who’s going to protect you from me, peque?a amenaza?
Once I have her there won’t be any grace. The man she once knew is gone. She eviscerated him with her betrayal Now all that remains is the viper. Cold, relentless, unforgiving.
Soft eyes, warm smiles and gentle ways won’t soothe the serpent, No matter how much her soul speaks to mine. RUN. And hope I never strike.
