Work Text:
Keen omen smited me one day
A serpent reached his aim for prey -
Zinged through the ocean, seas and air,
Usurped the plenitude of my care.
My mate was pest with fangs of bane,
A prideful youth, although humane.
Astute he was, he was adroit -
Sure he'd my deference to exploit.
One day, when fall was overdue,
Upon his valiant deeds he grew.
"Goodbye, my chum!" I said with pang -
In me he left his stinging fang...
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