I stand there, looking at it. It's long, thin body slithering across the ground. What is it? I'm supposed to hate it, but why? It's supposed to be my enemy, but can I not still love it? It's beautiful scalely pattern of black and brown diamonds; an artful camouflage. It’s designer: mother nature herself. Such a beautiful creature, such a fine specimen. How could I hate such beauty? It bites me, but I still do not hate it. I can feel it’s poison coursing through my veins. The snake makes to slither away; I pick it up. But in my dying I do not kill the snake, but kiss it. Such love, never before shown. The snake does not bite me, but kisses me back! It wraps around me; embraces me. We part from our kiss, and I set the snake down. It waits for my death, but alas, I am not dying but giving my life so another may live. I fall to the ground, all is black, and soon the snake and I shall be one.