Red eyes like the blood of its prey, noble spots.
Blessed to the feet but still no heart within;
Joy gotten from majority pain, no cares for one.
Its uniqueness calls for a unique prey.
Eye of the jungle, tentacles coated with emeralds.
Gentle and harmless, peace and love are tattoos from nature;
Beasts are beneficiaries of its magnanimity, they look up to her.
Her precious tentacles are her pillars, she cannot stand without them.
Why do sharp claws take pleasure in devouring the eye?
Ripping her, tentacle by tentacle, soon her entire being.
If the light went out, there would be chaos in the jungle.
Only the Creator can rescue her from her dilemma.
« return.