Traffic Jam

Measures planned prove useless,
To avoid the cruel metal snake,
Which weaves its mass throughout the land,
And strikes those in its wake.

A slow and painful journey,
Frustrate it all the more,
Honking horns and cursing tones,
Combine to form its roar.

Its countless eyes glow evil red,
And pierce you with their glare,
Inflicting wrath upon its prey,
Enticing to its lair.

In time its firm grasp loosens up,
Freeing you from its spell,
At which point you check your wrist-watch,
And exclaim, "Oh, bloody hell!"

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Dinhi: Sorry for the delay; spare time is not always in my favour. Though, be reassured that I will always, however belated, rise to the challenge and respond with a poem.

Title: Whispers in the Woods

Drekinn
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"Let words be your palette."