Jungle King

Written by: Gogo Stanley

JUNGLE KING Roar the Jungle goes. Reign of terror approaching. Standing sticks whispers, Sadness to all four-legs. Sharp and swift the claws that tears. Short and shallow, target at sight. Hunters in genius dread thy path and thy appearance dim art. Horror in garment covers souls In slumber thy figure delivers terror. In alertness terror multiplies. In the hall of creature keeper thy gem remains rare. In thy heart the nature of the Creator speaks.