Have you ever heard about a serpent
whose malicious method of attack
is to act lifeless and defenseless
at the bottom of a lake?
The prey, convinced that it is dead,
approach with their guard down
to pay the steep price of this crowning innocence
of encroaching on the executioner.
Like a deceitful snake,
time tends to give us the illusion
to think that its threat does not exist.
The youth, brief and beautiful,
leaves it lurking, a coward,
at the bottom of the lake.
And we dance, ignoring it,
unable to comprehend in our futile efforts
the betrayal it holds for us.
False flatterer, it pretends to give us
everything that it already knows
that soon it shall take away.
When we see the face of the serpent
when at the end of the ruse we realize,
it is often very late, far into the night
and we are almost always too tired.