Five Kings of Darkness
Having horns of coal
His hair is of twisting smoke
His flesh a dim gold
His black blood tastes of sea salt
Holding a tyrant's sceptre
With a lion's face
Skin of green-tinted copper
With a flaming mouth
On a throne of red fire
That certain men bow down to
Rusted iron skin
A face of a proud eagle
Who whispers to all
Robed in red animal blood
Worshipped though he's deaf and blind
Made of silver scales
His own see-through blood is sweet
With a sad fish-face
Who drowns the lost in rivers
While proclaiming "Purity"
Made of tin and lead
A dragon loosely held up
With flames breaking though
Its flames used for magic spells
Its tin scales used for potions
A Tanka chain to desribe the 5 demon kings from the religion of Manichaeism.
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2023
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