Part 3 | The Serpent

Sun shines.  Dawn falls heavy on coastal skies
Strong legs.  In the distance.  Protruding into open seas
Barnacled.  Washed by the tide
Holding the planked wooden structure.  Timeless
Playful.  An end of a road
Route 66 lies above those creaking slats
Amongst a forest of vibrant amusement
Games.  Arcades.  Rides.  Souvenirs.  Food
Grand Wheel.  Mighty coaster.  Thrills 
Thrills cast out along refracted sun’s rays
The Serpent’s garish abode
The Santa Monica Pier

Plastic.  Littering the sand  Swallowed by a roaring tide
Gathering rubbish.  Gathering along my path to the Serpent’s home
Quickly it fills.  Hands.  Arms.  Satchel
Briming.  Overflowing.  Unloading. Repeating
Reaching the great wooden step 
Onward onto the pier.  I unload 
A final collection of rubbish.  The last plastic
Falls
Metal writhes.  An unbearable sound
Gazing.  Gazing to the sky
That mighty yellow coaster
Twisting.  Morphing.  Breaking free
Scales birthing on the once metallic surface
The enormity of the great track.  Unwound
Sounds of grinding metal.  Gone
Sounds only now.  Of a hiss

She Speaks:

“Washed up.  You may feel
Forgotten one
At times it may seem.  The past is all we are
Disregard these feelings.  For the future holds magic
For those who seek it
Trust in you,  I do not.  Forgotten one
Prove me wrong.  I wish it
Grievances dissipated
For maintaining my sandy shores.  I am grateful
Your path shall not be hindered by my rage
Reluctantly, yes.  I shall grant you to pass freely
To realize your quest
Go now.  Climb high into the mountains
Find the great domed palace perched above the rock
The temple of sight
There you will find our next spirit kin
Soaring.  With watchful eye
Go now.  Forgotten one
Seek out The Eagle