In glory, she arises
Slow and steady
Stealth and ready
Golden head emerges
Crowned with cowries
Ornamented with assorted rubies
Golden hide shimmering with the sun
Uncoiling from beneath the hollow
Rising to her throne room
As elders supplicate with kegs of wine and nuts
Railing flutes to proclaim her
They anoint her bosom with camwood
As she claims her throne
Asserting her duties
Nodding conspicuously
For she has come
To disenthrall her kingdom
From the evil that plagues it
Her tongue extends
As choirs escape the halls.
Flutes salute
Guns fire
Squirts of venom poised to blind the enemy. She is the Cobra queen
Protectress of our kingdom.