Snake- a friend

In a semi constructed floor
I meet people I abhor and adore

The roof above seems to be not walls
But a structure full of holes
On it lives a snake
Black in color, a beautiful skin and make

The snake seems to be withering
Its skin seems to be falling
Discreetly it moves
With me everywhere it goes

It looks at me as if a friend
To help me save me from them
The skin falls to the floor
Turning whatever it touches to icy stones

Suddenly I am reminded of Medusa
But scared of the snake am not
For the snake seems to be a protector
A friend amongst so many foes

Carefully it withers its skin
On people who like me not
Turning people to ice
One at a time

Suddenly all I am surrounded by
Are friends who care
While the others turned
Into ice while I just stare...