The Insect king

A crown of honeycomb atop their head.
A pelt of mouse down for their bed.

Crouched upon a throne of rat bones, they drink nectar from an empty snail shell.
Eat royal jelly through mandibles like dead mens fingers. 

Chitter chatter chitter crunch.

Lord of all that creeps and skitters, they are god to those that slink and slither. 
A relic of an ancient past. 
Monarch of the swarm.
 
All hail The Insect King!