Dreadful curls of cobras hang grimly from her head; great hissing death adder accordions. Knotted anacondas spill down her back, writhing at her waist like scourges. Her small viper bangs, deadly and dangling; scaly caterpillars devouring green leafed glances. Rings of rattles swing at her ears, her black mamba eyes drip inky venom tears. She creeps through shadows; the sound of a breeze meanly sighing. Waterfalls of sick and wicked scales glisten beneath the silver light of a frightened moon. Retreating, it hides its face, pulling itself under a cold black blanket in the sky. Petrified.
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