The Singing Spear of the Snapdragon
The patient, stalking snapdragon,
Hunts in silence for her prey.
Her legs poised ready to pounce,
On the victim of the day
As she leaps through the air,
Time freezes in respect of her dare.
Her singing spear lashes out,
to clam lives in the violent bout.
Her auger strikes hard and true
Boring deep, lonely wells into the ranks
impaling her opponents, turning them blue.
Forming fleshy archways in their flanks
"The rush of battle is an unbeatable feeling",
Her excited heart exclaims with glee.
Indeed to the eyes of a neutral observer,
War seems to be her passion, her destiny.
But behind the violent, bloodthirsty mask
Lies a personality less seen.
Of a lady with an inglorious past,
Her love of war, the most interesting contrast.
So she continues to walk her maelstorm
Leaving destruction and blood in her wake
Perhaps release is what she really strives for
The release from addiction, upon death.