Chamter one; *THE INSTINCTS OF A PRE-EMINENT MIND*

As venomous as a black mamba

Unforeseeable like an asp

Mercurial like the mamba of the night

I am Volatile

Whimsical is the first definition of who i am.

Shedding a thousand skins,to become who I want to be

With a lidless eye like that of a black panther

The Changing colour of a Cameleon can only deceive fools

Because the eagle sees farther than any creature.

The lacerations are mended

The affliction is well-nigh obliterate

I suppose I love my scars

Because they stayed with me longer than most people have

But I must not change from being the mamba of the night

I am a curl

When charlatans emerge

And chatter about their comprehension and proficiency

I endure taciturn

And only pour my Venom when obliged

I am salubrious because;

I do not see a need to cling to charlatans and their memories.