Write a story, any story
But let it have dragons...
O 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 wank 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
Poisoned dart and the breath of armageddon all around. The embodiment of
Evil in a body full of raptures antropophagous.
Press the silent violin of frisson horror in my forced hand sphinx will
Sing her song and coloured in lullabies death endorsed invades our lands.
Gigantic, pyromantic a 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.
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?
Be still. Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer.
The perverse acid queen. Ten thousand pillars in her heart uphold a palace
Of frozen killers and the mirror in her soul polished black for scrying
Nightmares bubbles with a lust that years to burn again.
Razor backed, she attacks empire's battle cat, creature of the white
Devil's rule. Mythical and mystical provinces will recall the swarm of
Refugees from her pall. Mimicking victims with a voice of the choicest
Deathpanned 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 enbodiment 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, tigressive. Blazing in her pride hellraising horrors from the