The Serpent

Serpent, serpent, of the night
With eyes that burn so bright
From whence did you appear?
How on Earth did you get here?

Whose hands gave birth to thee
Was it a He or was it a She?
Did celestial bodies craft your body,
Or did idle hands offer camaraderie?

And whose works or mold,
Once announced, "Behold!"
And breathed life into your being
Only to send you fleeing?

What tools of the trade
Sent you on your crusade?
Were hammers used,
Or was knife work abused?

When planted in the garden,
Were you offered a pardon?
Were you immediately accepted,
Or hereupon rejected?

Serpent, serpent, of the night
With eyes that burn so bright,
From whence did you appear?
How on Earth did you get here?

*Again, trying something new. Original poem from Blake: http://www.daypoems.net/poems/441.html