Some creatures are made for the role they so importantly play in life and in death. |
-The Lion Of Darkness- by Keaton Foster He walks He stalks He creeps When feeling The need When his gut Often overstuffed Aches to be filled Again he will kill Murdering His way To the top An alpha In a world Of beta’s He is the king Of his pride The master Of his time He is The lion Of darkness A monster Sheer madness Some prey His kills For food Others He straight up Slaughters For sport To make a point Hear thy roar Know this name Fear these eyes Admire my mane He, a specimen Of absolute perfection One of God’s Flawless creations Unchanged Untamed Meant to kill Driven by instinct Deep within his gut Such need Does persist Like an itch Like a burn A sting Upon his soul Knowing his role He is right there Out of sight In the depths Of every plight He is The lion Of darkness Certain Is such madness His anger His love of flesh Thirst for blood Are unmatched If any other Challenges him It always becomes A matter of Life and death Kill or be dethroned Abandonment By those in servitude To a life quite alone All kings do rise And all must fall His time will come He The lion Of darkness Is as for now Unmatched Brutal is the way In which he Let’s those In which he holds Dominion over Know He will not be Overthrown He will not be Driven away His time is here And now A creature unmatched A beast unsurpassed If you saw him In his natural state You’d be dead Because of the fear Long before He pulled you down And ripped you apart So if you please Be very afraid Because he is there In the blackness Of everywhere… The Lion Of Darkness Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |