
“Drink or face your end.
Your world has lost the war, you
belong to us now.”
© P. Bunnykins
“Drink or face your end.
Your world has lost the war, you
belong to us now.”
© P. Bunnykins
A heart on its beak,
the raven brings warning: “The
witch hunter is dead!”
© P. Bunnykins
Hide for now, my prince
before men can slaughter you
and avert your reign
Soon you’ll own the world
and feast on pity humans
until none is left
© P. Bunnykins
Sirens sing to me
the same familiar lyrics
of my drowning fate
© P. Bunnykins
The sea, his graveyard
as his flesh fed the sirens
Oh, foolish human!
© P. Bunnykins