A/N: Written for the Freeverse Frenzy Competition, poem 14, for the Pairing Set Bootcamp, pairing 13 – Theodore/Tracey, for the If You Dare Challenge, prompt 983 – write sins, not tragedy.
A Larger Poetry Collection
13. Snakes in the Grass
They were snakes
but their dull brown scales
hid in the grass.
Burnt, ashen grass
that fell about
and they hid
Because they didn't want to burn
or do the burning
like those other green snakes
about.
Sure,
they did their share
in the finer hours
But they both drew a line
between bad
and pure evil
And they hid together,
partially wilful,
partially in shame
And there they met,
in the bed of ashes and dust
that fell around
As the rest of the world fought
and they were forgotten.