write a story. any story. but let it have dragons. o gods of war
i feel your haughty presence feasting the manticore
the smoke is thick and reaks of blood
her hunger an eternal yearning
in the trees i see her eyes like slithering she of snakes
screaming from the pulpit
she is the whispering poisoned dart
and the breath of armageddon all around
the embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures
press the silent violin of frisson over horror
sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies
death endorsed invades our lands
panting blackened masses from her opulent godhead
ill-barbed are those tongues spread wings eclipse her frame
and in her deep crevasses kundalini vents unfed
her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth
she comes to masticate you whole
she is the bane of mothers
grand leveller of maa kali's mardi gras
what man would damn the world to summon her?
pray silence lest she stoops to conquer
ten thousand pillars in her heart
uphold a cracked palace of frozen killers
and the mirror in her soul
polished black for scrying nightmares
that yearns to burn again
a creature of the white devil's rule
provinces will recall the swarm of refugees from her pall
with a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain
awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind
she is the whispering poisoned dart
and the breath of armageddon all around
the embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors
a lick of fire on her lips as silent as a will o wisp
she comes amongst you all
blazing in her pride hellraising horrors from the dark-side. manticore