He prowls the wilderness around by night,
To find his prey and keep them in sight.
To hold them, cuddle them like an experienced player
When he is tired he throws and goes for the jugular.

He came to wake her from from the dead,
His piercing yes filled her with dread.
He roared and purred like a cat,
And surely awakened the sleeping rat.

He plundered and raided her mind with his eyes,
Enkindling and awakening dead energy ties. 
He was a Mummy and a Green Eyed Lion,
Living in a land near the Mortal Prince of Zion.

He mauled and scratched her viciously,
He hurt and abused her maliciously.
He criticised about size and highs,
He was like an animal in his cries.

Sorry dear lion you were so sweet,
But actions and reactions weren’t discreet.
You told the world of your spoil,
And my restful sleep you did foil.

You walked into her tomb of rest,
And stole from her her Upper Crest.
You  dragged the coffin to the Titanic,
You created out there a state of panic.

For you took the coffin of Amen Ra,
She was the Queen his enchanted star.
She became mortal at the back that car,
To watch and bewitch you from near but far.

You sank the mighty ship way way back,
Now assisting to bring Rose’s Jack back.
For she is but gone and a walking dead,
Just an ethereal voice talking in your head.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 24th January 2011