Fiery rod

A Power that eludes

At the feast of the brave  ..  the sacrifices.  That other white man  ..  he’d have done his bit.  Emptied of seed  ..  for weeks  ..  his strength imbibed.  His fighting spirit filling out the brave.  Job done, hacked to pieces by the warriors he had made.

Mzanka was yet to give a sign  Yet the greatest gift awaited.  King of the jungle  ..  to serve his every insatiable need.
If only he would be drawn  ……




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