Just a little re-write of a poem that I saved a while back. It's about Moebius, that double-crossing snake!!

Disclaimer: I do not own the original poem that is below and I do not know who the author of it was as I typed it up a long time ago, so I give the credit to whomsoever wrote the original poem.
The Double-Headed Snake of Newbury

Far away in the twilight time
Of every people, in every clime,
Dragons and griffins and monsters dire,
Born of water, and air, and fire,
Or nursed, like the Python, in the mud
And ooze of the old Deucalion flood,
Crawl and wriggle and foam with rage,
Through dusk tradition and ballad of age.
So from the childhood of Newbury town
And its time of fable the tale comes down
Of a terror which haunted bush and brake,
The Amphisbaena, the Double Snake!

Whether he lurked in the Oldtown fen
Or the gray earth-flax of the Devil's Den,
Or swam in the wooded Artichoke
Or coiled by the Northman's Written Rock,
Nothing on record is left to show;
Only the fact that he lived, we know,
And left the cast of a double head
In the scaly mask which he yearly shed.
For he carried a head where his tail should be,
And the two, of course, could never agree,
But wriggled about with main and might,
Now to the left and now to the right;
Pulling and twisting this way and that
Neither knew what the other was at.
A snake with two heads, lurking so near!
Judge of the wonder, guess at the fear!
Think what ancient gossips might say,
Shaking their heads in their dreary way,
Between the meetings on Sabbath-day!
How urchins, searching at day's decline
The Common Pasture for sheep or kine,
The terrible double-ganger heard
In leafy rustle or whir of bird!

Stories, like dragons, are hard to kill,
If the snake does not, the tale runs still
In Byfield Meadows, on Pipestave hill.


Revised Version
The Double-Crossing Snake of Nosgoth

Long ago in a distant time
of every people of every clime
Vampires all that were dire
born of Kain, who beat William sire,
or of corpses, in the mud
and the old crypts washed away by a rare flood.
Hunt and stalk and "live" with rage
Through old traditions and ballad of age.
So from the childhood of Nosgoth "town"
comes the tales from Kain, so the tale comes down
of a guardian who could change a brook to break
The Time Streamer, the Double-Crossing Snake!

Whether he lurked in woods, around the bend
or in the bowels of Sarafanim den
or walked in the shadows of the Oracle cave
or told fortunes to ever passing slaves
Nothing on record is left to show
only the fact that he lived, we know
and left a statue and the caves he tread
In the smoky room which he ne'er shed.
For he was known for double-crossing all who be
crossing his path, perhaps you, perhaps me.
But slithered around with no where to go
Changing futures, for fun, a deadly game as it shows
Pulling and twisting this way and that
nobody knew what this cur was at
A snake with a master, lurking so near!
Judge of the terror, guess at the fear!
Think what ancient people would say
knowing their future could be changed in a day,
between the meetings on Sabbath-day!
How vampires, searching at day's-decline
for human's blood, like yours and like mine.
The terrible footsteps of the curd,
of the double-crossing bastard heard!

Stories, like dragons, are hard to kill.
If the snake does not, the tale runs still
In Raziel's Meadows, On Melchah's hill.