The Silver Serpent Chain

In shadows deep, a silver thread,
A chain of whispers, where secrets tread.
Woven tightly, a dance of light,
It captures dreams in the still of night.

Each link a story, a path unspooled,
Of journeys taken, of hearts once ruled.
With glimmers bright, it softly gleams,
A tapestry woven from ancient dreams.

What magic stirs in its gentle sway?
Of lost horizons and night’s ballet.
Worn against the skin, it hums a tune,
A melody sung beneath the moon.

In twilight's grasp, it coils and winds,
A serpent's grace, where mystery binds.
Its silver scales, like moonlit streams,
Reflect the light of hidden dreams.

Through ages past, it’s traveled far,
A silent witness to every scar.
It holds the echoes of time's embrace,
A guardian of secrets, a keeper of grace.

What tales it knows, what sights it's seen,
From ancient realms to fields of green.
Worn by the wise, the bold, the free,
It carries the essence of eternity.

Embrace its power, let your spirit soar,
For in its weave, the universe implores.
A chain of wonder, both fierce and free,
The silver serpent, a legacy.

In every twist, a promise lies,
Of endless skies and whispered sighs.
A symbol of strength, of beauty untamed,
The silver serpent, forever named.