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Random thoughts at daybreak
In shadows cast, a serpent sleek,
With bands of black and white.
In self-encircling, fate draws near,
A moment tense, a future unclear.
Yet, ere the bite, a raptor bold,
Descends with grace, a tale unfolds.
Its talons clasp the serpent’s plight,
A dance of choices in the fading light.
Two paths converge, in present’s hold,
Humanity’s tale, a story bold.
Betwixt self-will and forces unseen,
The dance of fate, on history’s screen.
I envision a sleek, slithering snake with scales glistening in various hues, navigating its surroundings with a sinuous grace.
A black-and-white banded snake, its distinctive markings creating a striking contrast along its length as it moves with a hypnotic rhythm.
The snake, in a moment of tense anticipation, hovers on the verge of closing the loop, almost as if about to embark on a self-contained journey, creating a symbolic circle.
In a dramatic twist, an eagle descends swiftly, seizing the opportunity to intervene, its talons securing the snake and preventing the impending self-inflicted harm.
Caught between fate and freedom, the snake faces two divergent paths: to resist the eagle's grasp or accept the intervention, each choice holding its own consequences.
Much like the snake, humanity stands at a crossroads, grappling with pivotal decisions that will shape the course of its future—an intricate dance between self-determination and external influences.
In the light of day, a serpent sleek in grass
Green scales are envy, yet they shade into yellow
It stares while nobody is looking
Fate is near; Fate is not on the radars' glow