Sunday, August 23, 2015

String Poetry

Dominance
Leader
Ruler
Pencil
Sharp
Knife

I am dominance, standing on the ridge
The leader of the pride
The ruler of the forest
With teeth like pencil lead, waiting to be-head
And claws as sharp as daggers ready to ambush my prey
My roar pierces like a knife into the lonesome night

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