One Legend.
She was the proud
queen,
Her beauty was so
cute,
Her eyes of fire
seemed
Be ready to this
duel.
She wasnt just a
simple snake,
Her name was a
cobra,
Nobody could her
rest brake,
She was a pure
enigma.
A man was
perfect warrior,
The gods gave him
their love,
And he became
superior,
And he began to
thrive.
A man and a cobra
together
Faced to the
amber eyes,
And that fight
was as treasure
For those who
couldn't die.
A man threw his
stick,
She turned around
quickly,
And than she
threw on him,
And they both
were grisly.
They say that
their spirits
Visit this beautiful
place,
And they had
painted image
Of pure natures
grace.
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