Onto the screen that faces thee
Wi' sight o' Dawg - but no bone,
Into the midst o' #POB-WOTW
Step I, tail high: mighty Canine alone!
No Foxy Sheep have I chased in here
Nor does Squirrel's cheeky chattering abound
The farmers know their place with me
And they daren't plough my ground.
For I am alphaBitch you see
And I'm a-pissing on this page
But not to pop Hyumi corn you see,
nor to pleasure, nor outrage...
....I'm just leaving my Latin scent you see
To be read by the light of the moon
For under the sun, the colours run
And conclusions get drawn up too soon!
This Dawg ain't like ol' Henley you see,
Who smells somewhat sad and con-fused
Conquered by Darkness: proud, hurt, bloodied -
Master and Captain both, neither excused!
For me there ain't no flamin' Hell awaiting
Life presents me no harsh vale of tears
No horror, menace or punishment contemplating
To rupture my coming years.
It matters not how dimmed the light,
Or how apparently grey be the scale
For I am the Creator of my fate
And this Anima ain't for sale!
