My running free
Orange, black striped pelted minions
Thee who runs free in all my dominion's
Those things that call themselves human
Are destroying thee
Without decree
Thee Tigers
Named after my brother
Who will smother
Up in the clouds
Where no one can crowd
Tiggerena
The name of minions
Thee tigers are strong
And that is how I created thee
Strong enough to try to take down
Those humans
But they have created weapons
Which Alloy, they metal god
Has helped them with
He my eternal enemy,
Shall bow under the duress
Of thee Tigers
Thee,
sons and daughters of Wind
Nephews and nieces of Lightning
How you pelt
At night
Stalking thy prey
Which is why I shall always
Always
Be thankful and proud
A contest entry
- Manifest Deities by lilacgold.
1050 points, ended February 20, 2008, 15 entries
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