I am the pages that rots on the shelf
decaying and decomposing.
The words within are truths to be exposed.
I, THE Sabertooth Tiger of Arctic Romania,
have such a weak bite my prey get away.
I fell off clouds before. Autobiographies Rot
is that good enough?
I, THE Scorpion of Sahara Egypt,
can't see in light I only come out at night.
I was in a war once.
Wait! what war?
I, THE Pterodactyl of pre-historic Earth,
am not a Dinosaur just a flying reptile.
I fought a two-headed dragon once.
does that count?
I, THE Elephant of Southern Africa,
die without friendship I fear to be alone.
I never made it on to the Twit field.
is that shameful?
The book that decays on that old shelf
has book rot and black stains.
