Brown arms with spiky extensions
And not to mention
Home to animals big and small
Being the big brother to them all
Flash of black, streak of white
Being back those feelings of fright

Anger is a red volcano
With fiery passion
Burns hot and molten
Short, sweet and ashen

Destroyer of all things
Red hot heat of rage
The power of kings
This day and age

The taste of smoke
Touches ones tongue
And you might just choke
Might as well be hung

For anger is the end of us all
So count to ten or in the pit you fall

Lioness
You are my lioness
Protecting me through think and thin
Using your keen alertness
You hold me in
I am you cub
You Roar keeps the bad lions away
Like a the man and the club
But your lick makes me stay
Soft warm fur drawing me in
Like the blanket at night
That keeps me tucked in
So that I sleep tight
But jk tho
I know you are not the lioness
I just want you to know
You are the king of friendliness

Spiky Christmas tree
Under the cloudy night sky
Bitter-sweet beauty