Death Of Sha-Kane Poem by Jerry Lawrence

Migraine, Of The Victor, Sha-Kneth.
Beneath Her Foot, The Squashed Head Of Her Ultimate Rival.
B.I.B.L.E. Scriptures Have Amounted 2 The Spells Of Victory Said.
Bred 2 Rule, Sha-Kneth Whispers, Now Believing A Touch More N Her Elders.
Skulls, Formate, The Enchanted Chains Always @ Her Disposal. The Blood, She Now Licks, From Them. A Scene, Only Tribal.
Successful Means, Sha-Kneth, Has Been Empowered 2 Noticeable Extents.
Scents Of, Sha-Kane, Going 2 Waste Make Sha-Kneth Scowl & Cuss.
Cutlass, Of Her Defeated Foe, She Breaks On A Knee With Glee.
Free Of Soul From Her Enemy Makes, Sha-Kneth, Wish The Most Dreaded Happenings On, Her Foe, While N Purgatory.
Glory. Sha-Kneth's Sword Appears, She Raises It High, Savoring Every Precious Blessed Breath.