The Labour Kingdom

The Labour Kingdom The owl perched high and tight Hooting, heralding the black night Chirping crickets darken the silence The night, still far from morn The animals in their shadows Alert eyes pierce the hollows Hm! A deceptive stillness A world bathed in grey colour An ominous predator prowls Waiting to spring for brawls His traps ever gaping open Till all preys are gone and dead Tricks, treacherous Bermuda vacancies Set for the hapless standing entities To proclaim independence from want And preys apply, unknowingly for He is the devouring deity A demigod short of eternity Paw sharp, reflexes ever quick Set to conquer, but looses to none Standing atop many skulls proud He beats his chest aloud For in the face of pleading mercies Blood trail his hind steps Surrounding façade feeds his crest Ever amiable to the yelping breasts His desire inflamed by bolsterers Steps prodded insatiably for blood Yearn reach for the bright Morn ‘Tis a season to smile, nay mourn The night… black and young He rules undeniably this enclave.