Deadly Chameleon

Blending amongst the rocks and sand,
seen to be as one.
No matter what the temperature
in the blazing sun.

Scorpions and snakes pass by,
their venom in my veins.
They fear not that I crawl with them
or why I have bloodstains.

One click, two click, look again,
crosswinds do affect.
Seven walking, two standing mean,
quickly I select.

My focus was then broken,
a voice entered my ear,
Do you want the apple
and a glass of milk my dear?

Propelled in time to Xmas morn
a child I became.
The house was filled with family
as Grandma called my name.

For that brief moment I was there
enjoying memories,
of happy times with those I loved,
singing melodies.

It past as fast as it had come,
I had a job to do.
One by one they felt my pain
and did not know from who.

To the ground they did fall,
feeling all my fury.
Sending them to meet their God,
seven virgins as their jury.

They acted like a cockroach
when the lights come on.
Each ran away or tried to hide
behind the nearest pylon.

But its to late, the damage done
before they heard the noise.
Justice was served to each of them
becoming broken toys.

I had all day, they could not see,
for sure they were to die.
So there I lay remembering
Grandmas apple pie.