Write a story, any story
But let it have dragons...

Oh Gods of war
In the jungle corridor
I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore

She stalks the shadows, burning
The smoke is thick and reeks of blood
Her hunger an eternal yearning

Tantric, necromantic, a [bad word] fantasy of faith
She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater

In the trees I see her eyes
Like slithering she of snakes
Monstrous this chimera
In her beautiful anger

Screaming from the pulpit
Damnation's oratory

She is the whispering poison dart
And the breath of armageddon all around
The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures
Anthropophagous

Manticora

Press the silent violin of frisson over horror
In my forced hand
Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies
Death endorsed invades our lands

Gigantic, pyromantic
beast of naked flame
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

In darkness
Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth [bad word] to masticate you whole

She is the bane of mothers
Grand leveller of Maa Kali's Mardi Gras
What man would [bad word] the world to summon her?

Be still
Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer

The perverse acid queen
Ten thousand pillars in her heart
Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers
And the mirror in her soul
Polished black for scrying nightmares
Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again

Razor backed, she attacks
Empire's battle cat
creature of the white [bad word] Mythical and mystical
Provinces will recall the swarm
Of refugees from her pall

Mimicking victims
With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain
Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind

She is the whispering poison dart
And the breath of armageddon all around
The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors

lick of fire on her lips
As silent as a will-o'-wisp [bad word] amongst you all, tigressive
Blazing in her pride
Hellraising horrors from the dark-side...

Manticore