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.