There is a starving lion in the room
and he's roaring back his fierce face.
The pause in our reaction to this should be shocking,
but the look in the lion's eye
is that of a sad and lonely beast.
Beautiful in his cowardice,
yet he finds himself so vulnerable,
so hideous.
The deep, courageous, beautiful heart of the lion
can only be seen through his eyes.
His expressions, ever-guarded,
He chooses to never set it free.
For, as we know, the lion believes his vulnerability to be repugnant.
His lioness hunts and brings her kill to him
She caresses the lion, delicately licking and cleaning his guarded mask.
The lion's heart melts,
his eyes open,
and he sleeps.
and he's roaring back his fierce face.
The pause in our reaction to this should be shocking,
but the look in the lion's eye
is that of a sad and lonely beast.
Beautiful in his cowardice,
yet he finds himself so vulnerable,
so hideous.
The deep, courageous, beautiful heart of the lion
can only be seen through his eyes.
His expressions, ever-guarded,
He chooses to never set it free.
For, as we know, the lion believes his vulnerability to be repugnant.
His lioness hunts and brings her kill to him
She caresses the lion, delicately licking and cleaning his guarded mask.
The lion's heart melts,
his eyes open,
and he sleeps.
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