Cobra
Twelve headed cobra comes from the sea
It is the true master of its destiny
He bears the gift of immortality
Master of time in all its majesty
The counter necrotic force from vortex spews
The soul its nirvana in it will choose
The eye deep like abyss its surroundings views
With surreal flavor the air cobra’s presence imbues
The poison fangs ready to defend
By the divine cobra is send
Yet with the surroundings it can blend
With cobras presence Gods’ heart is contend
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013
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