The man is undefeated.
All cower in terror.
Electricity splits the air
as he storms into the hall.
Sneering, he raises his eyebrows
and chuckles,
spreading his wings wide,
pawing the air.
I watch in silence
at the back of the room.
I feel my spirit growing restless
and an aggression rushing forward.
A small smirk on my face.
He is not invincible.
Thoughts of defeat
pound through my head.
Not of my own downfall,
but the one which will befall him
at my hands.
But not today.
While his passado is weak
and his psuedonym weaker yet,
he has not proven himself a real threat
to the righteous.
Still, I sit and wait.
The sinister panther, perched in the tree,
just, but dark.
Perched in the tree,
above the alpha lion.
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