Through the depths of the Loire River’s ancient flow,
A serpent’s skeleton emerges, a tale to show,
Enormous, thousand-year-old, a relic of time,
Astonishing find leaving experts in awe, a discovery sublime.

Coiled in the river’s embrace, its bones laid bare,
The serpent’s form, a sight beyond compare,
A creature of myth, of legend and lore,
Unearthed from the depths, an enigma to explore.

Archaeologists stand in reverence, in silent awe,
As the serpent’s skeleton reveals its ancient claw,
Thousand-year-old secrets etched in bone,
A creature of the past, in a realm all its own.

In the Loire’s murky depths, where history sleeps,
The serpent’s presence, a mystery that peeps,
Through the veil of time, sending chills down the spine,
A creature of grandeur from a forgotten shrine.

Experts ponder the serpent’s colossal frame,
A creature of myth, of legend and fame,
In its unearthly form, a story untold,
Of ancient days, of mysteries bold.

As the serpent’s skeleton sees the light of day,
Whispers of the past begin to sway,
Through the minds of experts, a sense of wonder,
At the sight of this ancient creature, tearing asunder.

In the heart of France, by the Loire’s ancient shore,
The serpent’s skeleton speaks, its presence a lore,
A symbol of a time long gone,
A creature of myth, in the light of dawn.

So the experts delve into the serpent’s tale,
In its bones, a history to unveil,
An astonishing find, a marvel of old,
In the Loire River’s depths, where stories are told.