The Ever-Hungry Tempter

Covered in shadows walks the cold reptilian creature,
leaving its print on the matter on which it slides.
Sharp rude hissing is its only positive feature,
and it continues its path, slithering on its hide.
The rattle crescendos, the fangs glimmer in the hot sun,
as it makes its way through the hills.
Rarely do we see a snake on the run,
does that not give you the chills?

The sand, like lava, burns those in contact,
while the serpent proceeds with its plan.
And the rattle seals the deal, makes a pact
with its victim, as only the rattlesnake can.
How many kills does it have under its leather belt,
or better yet, how many times has it eaten?
For as long as solid water in heat will melt
this rattler will never be beaten.

So off it goes to prepare its next meal
when it suddenly comes to a halt.
It eyes the rat for they have no deal,
but the rodent is not at fault.
Silently and without warning, the serpent strikes,
and the victim has no time to scream
With a grin on its face and a subzero look in its eyes,
he awakens from his daydream.