Crooked Trees

I've heard it said that crooked trees will break the serpent's lot
As hours unfurled the days arose to cease the years of rot
And man withstood the pain of grace despite the vicious knot
For unto him will come a time when riches are not sot

Vultures feast, the timid seas have never seen their wake
For when the gentle mood is set a sole eye's gaze forsakes
And soul's unrest forever swoons to raise its simple stakes
But sudden half-baked compromise we never wish to make

To toss and turn the seas of toil only spur them on
What is this lowly place one calls monotonous marathon
Back and forth upon themselves the levies will collapse
My will, my life, my everything, upon the serpent's lap