The Serpent King In Southeast Asia's jungle deep, Where ancient secrets shadows keep, The king cobra rears its head, Eighteen feet of royal dread. Longest venomous snake on earth, Of legends and of myths gave birth. When threatened, it won't back down. With venom strong enough to kill An elephant upon the hill, Yet rarely strikes at human kind, Unless cornered or confined. The mother builds her nest with care, Of leaves and twigs piled everywhere. She guards her eggs with fierce devotion, Like sentinel of snake emotion. The only snake that builds a nest, Maternal instincts at their best. Ophiophagus, snake-eater true, Other serpents it pursues. King cobras hunt their serpent kin, From pythons large to vipers thin. Immune to most of nature's bites, They rule the jungle's shadowed nights. Though feared by many, revered by some, The serpent king's long reign's not done.