The tiger crouches low
Fangs flash in the fire's glow
Fear fill the air in the night
A biting cold wind begins to blow
The men tremble in the flickering light
This is an unwinnable fight
The tiger is vicious, without mercy
The men an ancient race of light.
The tiger lept out of the dark
The men start dying, his black mark
The tiger remains entranced by fire
He will remain until his bride's return.
Author notes
Yes the last line doesn't rhyme I planned it that way, try to understand it will make a better person out of you.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Interesting symbolism you used here. Once again your genius has amazed me. lol! Screw rhyming anyways, I hate it!
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