Queen Of The Jungle (Pt.2 Of The Jungleuphoria Mini-Series) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

In the Jungle
The feline prevails
The pulse of the others
She violently steals

Slowly, she struts
With grace and with ease
Never—
Does she answer, need to appease

She truly is—
The Queen, perched on her throne
She is so lovely
She sits, so regally, so stone

Golden fur
The walk of a queen
The grin of a winner
So fine, and so lean!

Blood is her drug—
Blood, through the veins.
She starts to slice
And then, she does reign!

She raises her head
She knows that she'll win
And, her lips slowly turn,
Into a grin

The smile of victory
A heart made of gold
Physically, superior
Yet, a mind that's turned cold.

Instinct, it reigns
Over her choices
So she ignores society's demands.
Ignores their voices

Domestication
Simply, it is not her way.
And, eventually, they may all—
Be forced to pay!

So, allow her the liberty—
The freedom she needs!
Allow her to be able to—
Live—as she feeds!

Because it's time for the Queen
To return to her home.
Yes, it's time for the Queen.
To sit back on her throne!


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