The King Cobra
The king cobra stood
With an open hood
Half a meter apart
On my wild lonely path
Like a big question mark.
He posed a dangerous threat
To my unstained blood
As his venomous fangs
Could unleash great harm.
I felt the snake threaten
My earthly existence
With his blood -curdling hiss
That my ears shall never miss.
The snake then slithered into a bush
Rooted on the ground I stood
A close brush with death
Now queries my life and its quests.
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