Prelude To The Storm Or The Battle On The River Poem by Armadillo Poet

…and I’ve come to
my collection
Stepping through a
silvery-glassed,
Complexioned-river

The liquid silver-pearl slivers,
watery-ripples through
the pass under the wall,
To rings around the
Paws, of a Lioness

; under the portal
There we met

Opening, pawing
Roaring
Paw ‘n’ roarin’.
bites me in _____,

And so the rush it was red and the teeth they were white then red and the glass it was redder than pearl with the feathers of a mammal strewn about it:

And the wildness,
she called me
But she fought
and bit me
through
to
a Vampyrrhic wound

And it…
and it…must
…
to…be filled

I look back at the mirror,
I see what comes in front of me:
The birds they
Come to
feed on me:
to collect and to
drown me…

Me, wet and
Showin’ feline
figures,


(12-12-2007/6-29-2008 re-edited)