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