Little bit of a cheat, as I have written this poem before but I have not been happy with the poem series, and it is not complete either. Through the challenge I will aim to revise, improve and complete the series. I have previously published the first poem (Torpor) on my personal blog, but thought it best to include as they all flow into one another. Please critique and provide comments on the poem for me, so that I can improve upon them throughout April. I have no overall title for the poem series either at the moment, suggestions welcome.
Wolves unleashed by the darkened skies;
As raindrops, they descend fluidly upon the camp.
Fires long extinguished hide their hungry eyes
And sheep fall forever, lost under the sleeping lamp.
Lambs seek shelter from the ravenous storm
Yet a lonely lion cub, raised by the flock
With uncertainties from sacrificing others wasn’t warm.
He wanted to fight, and not hide under a rock.
Surrounded by sheep, will the cub bleat or,
In time discover the truth and find his roar.
In the wake of the raid
The cub travels towards the truth,
Unaware of the road that lies laid.
Leading to the end of his youth?
Dawn raises more vacillant questions;
Through dust his words dry,
Yet inside the ocean roars frustrations.
To return home: which is a lie?
Blind in the darkness, he watches not his feet
Arriving at a junction, which life to greet?
Too scared to continue, but to return a lie
Cold wet and hungry the cub’s conflicts
A wise omen shadows his plight with a cry
Daemon eyes glint, one of the crescent tricks?
The breaking light cracks daemon faces
Courage fills him with each ray of vim
Forging onwards to a new life with sturdy paces
Desire for truth blinding struggles in him
So little he knew of life and the greater land
No longer safe within his flock, does he fall or stand?