Words of the Tiger
Dark rustles
through the jungle green
where bright screams are heard
within the pit of horrid
beings.
Moves the silent lurid movement
of liquid steel,
a boy within the
heart of power.
A wind against the night,
roaring filled with might
from horror.
A boy has passed away
tomorrow,
as a leader has emerged
to the dawn of hope
and sorrow.
Sprinting hero,
of mountain strength,
Sprinting hero,
of regretfulness.
Clinging claws attach
to the spinning of the world
as he leads the fight
with friends beside his
solid stand.
To the break of fire,
does the he tremble at the edge,
the boy,
the leader,
and the Animorph.
And all he is armed with
are the
words of the tiger.