Of Fire and Fury

Spitting fire on its breath, Grey, cobblestone skin soaks up the heat, The only indication is the rise in its pleth, You’ve already brought it to it’s knees.

It hunts like a thresher, For how long I could not tell, Gathering wrath for good measure, You’ve already taken all its teeth.

It’s hate is like no other, Burning, raging, rusted all the same, The betrayal of a mother, You’ve already brought fury to its name.