The Red Kingú Chronicles

[The Draç (李)]

Seraph light, the Sun the bites.

Venomous snake, the oven that bakes.

To be real or not, from the bottom to the top.

Marijuana High, the cream of the crop.

One to chop, I see their fear.

Drowning in sorrows, and drinking their beer.

Steak we sear, the Pleiadian Constellation is near.

Going behind your back, you look to you rear.

One to abide, the love that hurts.

Igniting in flames, when one goes berserk.

To flirt with death, your reminisce with the past.

Always first and never seen to be last.