Dawn's dainty dewdrops dance as daybreak dares,
While whistling winds whisper through woes unawares.
A sinister susurration softly spreads,
The viper’s voice veils 'neath the vale of dread.
Children, cherubic, chant in joyous pairs,
Yet, yonder, the hidden horror hums and hairs.
In innocent ignorance, their hearts held high,
Remembering the warmth, 'neath the October sky.
But beneath the bliss, a sinister sound stirs--
A baffling, beguiling buzz that blurs.
The hiss harrows, a haunting lullaby,
Foreshadowing fear that flutters nearby.
Joy juxtaposed with jitters justly justified,
Approaching the ambiguous alarm, amplified.
A cacophony cloaked as a call so sly,
Heralding havoc in the hush, they comply.
Daring a dance with destiny, so they stride,
Where whispers warn of woe, wickedness worldwide.
An odious oracle, the serpent slinks from soil,
Descendant of deities, doomed to daily toil.
Its malignance made manifest, it musters spite,
With venomous vigor, it vaults to smite.
In its presence, peace put to peril and spoil,
The viper validates its vile, villainous coil.
A serpent’s symbolism, so severe in stealth,
Striking silent slumber, sinister in wealth.
Decapitating dreams, delivering demise,
Its essence enacts end, evil’s enterprise.
Children's chimes change to chilling cries for health,
As terror takes the stage, its throne built by stealth.
Spawn of shadow, the snake, sired by Apophis' abyss,
Hurls havoc and hatred, horror's perfect hiss.
Through thicket and thought, its threat threads and thrives,
Sowing seeds of sorrow, severing countless lives.
The land languishes in lament, a legacy amiss,
As pain, a palpable pall, preys with a venomous kiss.
High Harrier, herald of heaven’s height,
Espies the earth’s anguish, embarks on its plight.
With wings waging war, a watchman’s decree,
Diving, dealing justice, a daunting duty, free.
In the serpent's sinuous siege, it strikes, spite alight,
Dispensing death to darkness, in the dawning light.
Now the Harrier, harbinger of harrowing heart,
Launches a crusade, from the cursed to part.
Each talon-turn, a tumult, to topple the foe,
A vendetta’s volley, the viper's woe.
In fierce flight, the feathered fury's art,
Carves a path of penance through the serpent’s dark heart.
Then shifts the shrike, to a dove, pure and driven,
Symbol of solace, in the sapphire skies riven.
Through power, peace proclaims, with olive branch clutched tight,
Restores to ravaged realms, the respite of light.
From strength, a seraphic sign is surely given,
Heralding harmony, hearts and horizons are brighten.
Silent strength now stands, a sentinel 'gainst the sin,
In a land where peace blooms, from Masada's wind-worn skin.
Athwart the ages, evil beaten by quiet might,
In Golan's embrace, dawn dispels the night.
Thus life, once shadowed, shines anew, to begin,
In a realm reborn, where serene souls spin.
In the wake of wrath, our land of hope does rest,
With vigil kept in valiant hearts, east to west.
We have and we will protect, preserve our hope, a timeless call,
'Neath the vigilant sky, we rise above, we shall not fall.
For every dusk that darkens, dawn's light is our protective cloak,
In our steadfast spirit, we mend what evil broke.