White cobra and black Rose

In a dusky shadow's embrace, A white cobra slithers in grace, Its scales, pale like moonlit snow, Glowing ethereal, a mystical show. A venomous beauty, swift and fleet, Its hypnotic gaze, eyes that deceive, Silent predator, stalking its prey, Coiled menace, poised to betray. In a garden of thorns, a rose once bloomed, Its petals crimson, in beauty consumed, But in its heart, a sinister secret lies, A poison that ebbs, as venomous cries. Each petal, a dagger, adorned by deceit, A fatal embrace, where passions meet, A flower of danger, tempting allure, An illusion of love, a venom obscure. Two worlds entwined, in unity unseen, Cobra and rose, a paradox serene, One taints with venom, the other can sting, Together they dance, a dangerous fling. The cobra, a serpent of ivory guise, Hides secrets veiled in its hooded guise, The rose, a femme fatale, fragile and poised, Her thorny embrace, a heart slowly destroyed. Beware the white cobra, its deceptive charms, And the poisoned rose, warning in its arms, For beauty alone can cloak hidden strife, A deadly dance of death, in this fragile life.