Upon your open palms, cold, coiled vipers rest
All bare your flawless, youthful, curving breast
Exposed to lustful, profane, blasphemous eyes to see
Hail to thee, O Goddess! In awe, all bend the knee.
Holding their breath, both old and young,
And in an ancient, long-forgotten tongue,
In dread, softly your hallowed name is mumbled,
As entranced, they tremble, prostrate, humbled.
Stunned they behold your glassy gaze,
Primed to hurl forth your infernal blaze.
Your flaming eyes, fiery and fierce,
All mortal souls threaten to pierce.
Upon your nape, a snake slithers slow through musky oils;
It wriggles, writhes with menace; abruptly it uncoils.
It lunges forth to strike from your alabaster neck,
Their peaceful, lavish world to devastate and wreck.
Vicious, vindictive, venomous, and vile,
Poised to be cast upon their noble isle,
The pair of serpents you brandish in your hands,
Eager to strike with rage, to ravage, raze the lands.
Then dawned at last that feared and fateful day;
The sky erupted in a horrible, magnificent display
Of roaring fire that shook and heaved their world,
As oracles had darkly prophesied and long foretold.
Vengeance was yours, O sacred, exalted Goddess;
As deep were your snakes cast in darkest waters.
Alas! Your wrath unleashed had yet to be allayed;
The sea was split in two, the earth violently swayed.
Lo and behold, a towering, colossal mountain of water
That led each panicked soul to freeze and falter.
Destined to swiftly crash upon the hapless shore,
It drowned their ill-fated isle, laid waste forevermore.
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