My enemy is a cobra.
She is quiet and around when least expected.
She always has her eyes wide open.
She observes and she waits.
Her intentions
All but in question.
She strikes when least predictable.
Yelling insults at my face.
She smirks and laughs at her petty little game
Refusing to take the blame.
Looking for any sign of reaction
Not getting any satisfaction.
Rumours spread like fire
She is quickly proved a liar.
And when her back is turned
An icy cold glare is earned.
