Catacomb

Earth rumbled but I was king

falling through time in bloody cave

creeping furtively through nine lives

leaving fur traces wherever I padded

a gift to mankind – the prince of dawn

bowing my head before my beauty

wild ancestry lurking in my bones

dividing and multiplying, feral and proud

dwelling in enigmas of the unknown

howling with winds of enchanted drumbeats

stretching to suckle the moon’s ivory milk

crouching low, muscles taut as I pounce

hiding in sheltered lairs of brave new world

lounging in dappled shade of fleeting rainbows

worshiping bleached moons and star crazed nights

black cat with coiled spring and emerald eyes

dark side thoughts in songs of endings.