Coiled like a spring, rising, prepared
That fixed stare, now it’s time to be scared
Best not to move or avert a gaze
For in this kingdom the #RoyalCobra plays
Eyes locked, motionless, something will give
Aiming for weakness, there’s seconds to live
That fateful move sideways give him his chance
Those fangs sink deep, time’s up, your last dance
Death is near as the poison runs deeper
Flowing through your veins, like a pill for non-sleepers
No chance of reprieve, no chance of survival
This is venom, no redemption, no revival
(C) Llewellyn-McKenzie Communications
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