Premonition Poem by Barry Middleton

the monster is loose, the beast
its eyes are ablaze with hatred
its heart is fire, its blood is ice

men are fools to think it sleeps
it lives in the soul of the tyrant
it feeds on lechery and power

it uses fear to build its armies
it is nourished by primal greed
it is driven by an insatiable lust

it worships deceit and duplicity
and grins from its gilded tower
to then attack on reptile wings

it laughs at those it has consumed
who cower in servile obedience
and bow before their evil master