a/n: Once more, i go through the delicate process of trying to define and capture the essence of House Slytherin. Personally, this poem proves a dissapointment. However, some other peoples who I've shown it to thought it worthy of publishing to my name, so...eh. May Salazar smile on me for my attempts

Pride of Serpents

Most are quick to lunge
Or stike
But we hiss softly
Of our dreams
Of our visions

Tounges that sense your world
Or ours
But we wait awake
None sleep here
None lie dormant

Fangs that sieze the mortal
Or fate
And we take our tails
Skin to swallow
Skin to shed

Lowly some can stoop
Or crawl
But we glide to our ends
Pride of serpents
Pride unbroken

Dragons without wings
Or claws
But we remember
How it was
How it will be...