The Labour Kingdom
The owl perched high and tight
Hooting, heralding the black night
Chirping crickets darken the silence
The night, still far from morn
The animals in their shadows
Alert eyes pierce the hollows
Hm! A deceptive stillness
A world bathed in grey colour
An ominous predator prowls
Waiting to spring for brawls
His traps ever gaping open
Till all preys are gone and dead
Tricks, treacherous Bermuda vacancies
Set for the hapless standing entities
To proclaim independence from want
And preys apply, unknowingly for
He is the devouring deity
A demigod short of eternity
Paw sharp, reflexes ever quick
Set to conquer, but looses to none
Standing atop many skulls proud
He beats his chest aloud
For in the face of pleading mercies
Blood trail his hind steps
Surrounding façade feeds his crest
Ever amiable to the yelping breasts
His desire inflamed by bolsterers
Steps prodded insatiably for blood
Yearn reach for the bright Morn
‘Tis a season to smile, nay mourn
The night… black and young
He rules undeniably this enclave.
Categories:
bolsterers, rights, work,
Form: Free verse