Way of The Lion

 

 

 

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the lion had braved many storms before now
been forewarned of his fate
on so many occasions
of such cruel persuasion
it made him irrate
so forlorn was this leader of men
once thought great

 

he awaited with patience
untamed to this day
to delight in the rise of a nation of slaves
to untie all their binding and break all their chains
to endeavour whether knighted or severed on this day

 

through the never
ever after
this had been the lion’s way
from the deadwood
to the rafters
he stood masterful and brave
having weathered such disaster
nothing ever felt the same
seemed a devil of an ask for him
remembering his name

 

should the better part of him have been surrendered
in advance
then he’d never have imparted such a clever call to arms
for all the lion’s charm
it was his honesty disarming
not a solitary lie his eyes departed

 

beauteous the truths declared
brutal only when ensnared
neither here nor there when there was everywhere to roam
seeking out all those in hiding
finding
keeping
testifying
crystal clear the glare confiding
whereabouts of home

 

the lion had worn many gowns before now
endowed with pride entitled he
by souls arose from mighty keep
composing hopeful odes/masterpieces on behalf of he
for nary one outpost remote would dare to zone his artistry

 

should the better part of him have been surrendered
in advance
then all the storm clouds braved would fade to gray to warn his heart
defeated
torn apart
their rains bid fall to grace the plains of parch
mother earth concurring call
to further serve the lion’s cause
standing tall in pride of place
beneath the shade of marble arch

 

through the never
ever after
this had been the lion’s way
from the deadwood
to the rafters
never ever less than masterful and brave
through this corrosion
that decay
awaiting with patience
untamed to this day
to delight in the rise of a nation of slaves
lend faith to the blind and remind them to break all their chains
to endeavour whether knighted or severed on this day
through the never
ever after
this shall be the lion’s way

 

 

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

 

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