Cobra Venom

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.