The Lion and The Beast
Darkness shrouds me,
All light stays unseen.
A growl distant,
Echoes from a beast.
Fear closes round me,
An icy claw surrounds.
My body is crushed,
It’s soul smothered.
Ragged and short,
My breath quickens.
I reach upward,
Blood drips ‘pon my brow.
The ground ‘neath me,
Slowly gives way.
Gradually I sink,
Drowning in mire.
The sound of talons,
Met with cold stone.
Echoes round me,
My presence is known.
Orbs of cold fire,
Burn with malice.
Intended destruction,
Fueled by hate.
I shut my eyes,
A prayer escapes.
Readying for the blow,
I breath my last.
Seconds passed,
Time slows down.
It seems like hours,
In stillness expectant.
But in the darkness,
I sensed a third.
On padded feet he came,
Silent, as if on wings.
He faced the beast,
Its doom at hand.
And with muzzle wide,
He roared.
Brilliant Gold,
His mane he shook.
Like shattered raindrops,
Light glanced.
His wings encircled me,
The mire fell away.
Upward we soared,
Freedom had come.
This is a great poem, Robert.
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Oh wow Robert, that's great!
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Woah, that's really cool.
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