disrespect on your whole-ass ASS!! // political slam poetry

[j a c k .]

Jack had heard the screetch, and it was with a disquiet sort of interest that the small feral cat walked closer towards the crow, vir form had always been subject to change: yet it was always reverted into this, small crow. So fragile and meek, it felt almost juxtapose in comparison to the character of vale. Jack heard the broker in the other's voice, their voie cutting into song- a shanty, such a clever way to challange the leader.

Yet, jack felt his mood sour with the words, the context. Slowly he prowled out of the undergrowth, each step sounded like the crack of thunder, of ripping flesh, falling fur, and the sudden sight of scales. Such a small creature fell apart and with the loss of jac's patience, so did his form shift and mold into that of the dragon of winter. Ice blue eyes narrowed down at the now fractionally small form of the crow. What was once disquiet now made a sense of quiet anger.

"A shanty sung, now i think it's time for the refrain" Jack's once jolly voice, he had been known for hos sounded void of any emotion, beyond the quiet discontent flickering in their eyes, like a flicker fie he looked down. Where his claw's sunk into the sands ice made glass like figure's off the remains.

"A pittian’s life, so piled with strife
Yet here’s a singing fool
We’re loyal first, with bloody thirst
For each other and Gael who rules

Here, oh let it be known
For a fox hunt’s the crow
By high noon or night
The bird end’s it flight
And tired, the fox seek’s its due

A new recruit, bespied his rule
And thought vey make a try.
I’ll run vim through, Gael’s  got me too;
That’s how vey loose an eye

Here, oh let it be known
For a fox hunt’s the crow
By high noon or night
The bird end’s it flight
And tired, the fox seek’s its due

The thrice told tale, Vir’s on the rail
Gael’s known since Jervis’ reign
Yet here vey stand, to claim again
To one ‘gain claim in vain,

Here, oh let it be known
For a fox hunt’s the crow
By high noon or night
The bird end’s it flight
And tired, the fox seek’s its due"

Was there a clever smirk upon the once kodkod's maw? The Imperator's presence if not Vael's own screetching would drawl the attention.

[glow=#add8e6,2,300]I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO[/glow]

[glow=#add8e6,2,300]AND SAW IT THROUGH WITHOUT EXEMPTION[/glow]