Lord of the North, King of the South

The day comes to a close Enchanting golden sunset appears above the lake Peacefulness of the lake comes down the soul Yet it is like an eye of the storm Soon the silver blue countenance of the moon appears As fishermen sail towards home They feel uneasy Like something is watching them from behind the rushes Eerie haul transverses the calm night Predator is on a prowl The wolfs are fearsome bold and intelligent Lords of the north But closer to the equator There is something much more sinister In east Africa the predator is awe inspiring And terrifying You might think it’s a lion With its glorious mane But it’s what locals call mngwa And it drives them insane In mngwa’s eyes so deep The very demon sleeps It awakes at night When village itself sleeps It kills people and children Putting dread in a soul Its fearsome eyes Are like two moons when there is no actual moon at all Looking in them one has to contemplate What possessed God in heaven? To make a beast with such trait That comes close to human villages lying in wait That stalks the night Especially when moon is not bright That has no fear at all To take down human soul When one gazes upon the eyes Into a demon that in them lies Evolution depends on climate Genetics, and pray from zebra to bird in the skies But if you see mngwa it seems that God enjoyed To make something straight from the void Something little bit like us maybe that was his point Something that spawned but needed no evolutionary reference point But if something like that could exist Ultimate consciousness can differ if different reference to it will exist But if from something from void being the reference we insist What kind of power the ultimate consciousness has if it does exist