Serpent

Do you see the serpent?

Hidden within the clothes?
Pretending indifference 
As it lays in wait; in repose
Have you seen the fierce wolf
Wearing wool: white as a lamb
Hoping you will not recognise
Those thoughts within: a sham
Satan the beguiler; Christ reviler
Sins enters as a pin prick
Spreads like roots of oak
Wait until you see what lies beneath his infernal cloak
Though the cup seems whitened
Pure and white as the driven snow
Actions speak louder than words
In the end; these will surely show