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Seeking Comfort With A Tiger - Viddaxian Version

I know you and those of your kind
Thirsting with desire but all too blind
Over-apt to fulfill the Tiger-meeting dream
By any means before it makes you scream
The sight of a beast, its breataking glory
It'll take more than just that
And leave you dying, in such ironic mori

Focused topaz eyes, sparkling wild and playful
Not meant to be inviting but rather, fearful
Sleek grace and raw power
Your body she will devour
Beautiful rust and amber hues
Khalepa ta kala. Beauty is harsh
Will make you pay its deadly dues

You asked around but ignored trial's error
Curiosity blinding you from the factual terror
That Big Cats love nothing more than to consume
Rip you apart for stalking in their territorial room
Of a Tiger you were possessed
And inclined to folly, fool
You'll pay for being obsessed

By some unknown means into the cage
Disabling the handler in desirous rage
Let's play trespasser: here's a winner
Yet this walking one will be for dinner 
A game for both of you to play
Tiger's body low and shoulders high
Thy Beast thou shalt now slay

A Tiger's appetite against your gathered wits 
Her strength prevails causing severed bits
But neither will be robbed of their meal
Your Dignity and Soul is too much a deal
There's no where now left to run
This meeting wasn't what you expected
But it really is so violently fun

Slashed thighs violent and precise
Matching black stripes thats nice
Your bleeding wounds of rust and amber
You're a matching Tiger pattern gambler
She sits and wipes her whiskers clean
not savouring the taste
But to preserve her glossy sheen

Upon this chance to steal her breath
And repay the lovely danger of death
Realization dawns with a pounding heart
You strike there first as a violent start
Ripping and tearing at the topaz eyes
Biting clawing at the black stripes
The grace and raw power were lies

It is you who has the Tiger for tea
Surrounded by a flowing blood sea
While the black flank lies still
Enjoy the blood fuelled thrill
A new Tiger stalks its territory
In a pink skin with stripy thighs
Grinning with beast gory glory

And here is the moral of this weird story:
What desire wants, desire gets
And never stop killing to sate on glory
Written by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
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