The Velvet Lynx

Twenty eight days make the shortest month
During the day we drink, but at night we mourn
The grasshopper jumped, but not high enough
So The Velvet Lynx kept his perfect score

A red dress worn on a bloody night
A violin played pizzicato style
Cold chow-mein on a poorly lit nightstand
A gut shot man’s scream tears the fog in half

Diamond fanged black feline

A pale neck sprayed with pink perfume
Attracts the attention of our friend
With a rose in his teeth he hunts his prey
Crouched beneath the crescent moon

“Beware”, they scream, “of The Velvet Lynx”
“Beware of his mysterious ways”
All while he watches from the dark
Sharpening his diamond claws

Diamond fanged black feline
The children weep as the sun sets behind
The mount in which it’s said resides
The Velvet Lynx and his thousand sisters