Brown Eye

Oh divine one, blessed in his filth, Lord amongst stench and rot.
Spines bursting forth from flesh heaven bound,
Zirconic pelt weighted with earthen grime.
No life evades his scrupulous Brown Eye,
the remains of the last gnashed betwixt his jaws.
His scented glory unchallenged,
His bridal skank adorned with fine titles and their spawn,
Securing his reign in foetidus mires as long as his kin may thrive.
Long live the putredine King.
Writing by scrambles