Den of snakes

In the heart of the den, two serpents rise,
Their scales gleaming with malice, their gaze defies.
But in the hand of the warrior, a sword gleams bright,
With swift and sure strike, he ends their blight.

With one fell swoop, the serpents fall,
Their reign of terror shattered, their power small.
In the silence that follows, the warrior stands tall,
For in the den of snakes, justice answers the call.