In the shadows, coiled, a spirit whispers,
Through leaves it slithers, its essence lingers.
In scales of emerald, secrets shimmer,
A dance of serpents, where dreams glimmer.

It whispers tales of ancient lands,
Where time unwinds like shifting sands.
In the rhythm of its silent hiss,
Echoes of wisdom, ancient bliss.

The Blind Serpent sees all without eyes her serpents are the spirits truth tellers and unfolding the lies.
This spirit is hear to protect the wearer and you to always speak truth and to stand on your words.