Cobra
Venom
I do not own Ronin
Warriors
Snakes---Serpents
Creepy crawlies.
Slimy slithers.
Corrosive Footprints
Venom—poison
Acid---toxin
Everywhere.
Too many snakes surround
you
It's unsafe to move
You stand frozen still
The snakes get closer
And open their mouths
To reveal their fangs
Dripping with venom
You give up on being still
And try to fight back.
Another cobra
Bigger than the others
Stands in the distance
In full venomous armor
He begins laughing at you
Before you know it,
You see dancing red
lights
---Then nothing
You scream and cover your
eyes.
You stagger away
And realize you've made a
mistake
---Never turn your back
on a snake.
