Stone

The stone was a serpent hiding its secrets,
Its speckled cover like the scales of a dragon.
I hear a familiar rustic melody,
Then the tranquil ringing stops.
Leaving me clueless.
Spinning,
Whirling,
Falling.
I open my eyes,
And notice the symbol.
The sly, smug symbol smirking
Wrathing me like a long – cloaked devil.
Everything is metallic.
Then I felt the pain.
A picture reveals an end to the crooked path.
The stone was miniature, but its unforgiving mind, built in,
Who knows who made it,
Anything but a human.
I see a slither of light,
And I step inside…