Rainforest Tiger

Beyond the very bizarre wilderness of nature

She lurks, lurks in shadow of 7 coloured leaves

I bear the face of a tribal beats

And you know when I’m by if your shallow in fear

Each crease on my face marks the hunt

Every piercing claw in my possession I place on the face of my jet black victim

And the whisper of death leaps of my tongue like a jungle frog in Amazon Rainforest

Every ally I greet is a tear of treacle

Every enemy I face is an ash in a ghastly fire

But I am the titan of forest; I cause storms and droplets of rain when I clash with anger

But throughout it all I chant raws, to awaken silent, low charactered forests

I am the spirit of Ares

And the words of a Cyclops