Silence is Golden

I bend down to drink from the river
My eyes catch a sparkle in the reflection
These images are of a different nature
One I dare not ever mention
She stands right here next to me
Checks the schedule for the ceremony
There are voices by my side
That are telling me it's all right

But shouldn't you both be my allies?
Instead, there is no contest, and I sigh.
My longtime friends will all tell me
"Shut the door against this, love; do no worry."
...
None of you have learned enough about me.

She may be guarded by a cobra
But there are no cobras in my head
There are garden-variety snakes everywhere
Either way, I'll end up dead.
Hahahahaha

Whose sounds will I hear,
beckoning me across the plain?
Some higher power, someone insane?
Please, you mustn't use your words in vain.
To the naked eye, it would appear I've losts.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
The only question standing between me and victory is...
Can I triumph over the cross?