Mantis is out there now. Stealing light of our stars. Devouring on our leftover skies. Taking all our red space, making it his very own, owning it like the last King of a plagued civilization. Heavily treading on our uncared earth, ransacking our black roses. Dancing it all away with his sixteen legs and metal trunk of our wars, his eyes with visions of only yang, past and future. He is built of our discarded pieces, the ones we didn’t need but consumed, so now we have Mantis treading heavily on our uncared earth, ransacking our burnt roses.
Mantis is only used here as a fictional character. In real life she is a darling and product of red roses.