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

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