Shogun

Reviving her whines To a fevered pitch, Holding the power At the thresholds, Flaunting, the urges Of heart beats to fly He lets go the feline At her snarling peak. Wheeling in power, She moves like a demon Black as the moonless night, Licking orange flames To redness. Grabbing out Like the black belts, Into thin air. In the blink of an eye, Tracking steadfast Into gravity, She claws into The opposing matter, And paces Like the panthers stride; Beyond the oblivion. His spurs digging into The soothing purrs, Her roars resounding Their vicious energia, Like the animal wild; Devouring rebellious juices With lubricating oils, Lining her echoing ports. Resonating, In her raw force She churns her links, Teeth by teeth, Into a thirsting Effortless sprint, Joint by joint; Appeasing her aching woes. In The winds of freedom She rides, Coaxed by her mentor; Spiting out her guts. And he—shogun, Dazzled by her charm’s Remains cool subdued, in Shibumi