Monarch in the Shadows
He lies in wait to claim what he rightfully wishes to be his
Darker than the blackest night,
A nightmare stalking in the light.
Strong as lighting without fear,
Never knowing when it is near.
Razors ready to strike any foe,
Swift to chase wherever they go.
Pro at his craft every single day,
Learning new skills every which way.
Tenacity is shown upon each round,
For nothing escapes once on the ground.
Like an assassin he waits with poise,
Making sure to utter no noise.
A flash lights up the eyes little fuse,
And shadows creep in so as not to lose.
With but a swipe the contest is over,
The new king has made a perfect takeover.
About the Creator
Toby Heward
Creativity is boundless. We are gardeners that bring forth these fruits of wonder. Nature is my passion and I love to help readers see the stories with their own eyes through my works. Whether its poems, fact, or fiction I bring it to life.
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