Panther
Black Magic Woman was tired and sick of the Dark Ages
Conferred with all sorts of Gods friends and medieval sages
I have to earn my stripes or let it be a multicoloured hide
Am a fierce cat woman with future and history in my stride
The panther was the favourite mount of ancient Dionysus
Give me some weed for ecstasy theatre and psychokinesis
I’ll rest in my cave for three days and prepare for my fight
Emit sweet smelling odour and lure a dragon at midnight
Clever sod thinks he is immune to pheromones and stench
But when he comes into my dungeon I’ll take my revenge
On injustices of religion myth legend and ancient belief
Devour the beast with my magical potion as an apéritive
09th October 2020
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2020
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