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Bears unleashed by the darkened skies;
Like spirits they descend upon the camp.
Stifled fires hide their hungry eyes
And the sheep fall, lost under the sleepy lamp.
Other lambs hide from the ravenous storm
And a lonely lion cub, raised by the flock,
Is uncertain that their sacrifices are 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 bear’s ruthless raid
The cub has to travel towards his truth.
The path will mire the deeper he wades,
Leading towards the end of youth?
Dawn raises more vacillant questions;
Swallowing dust, his words silent and dry,
Yet inside the mind bays frustrations.
Run or return home: what is the lie?
Blind in the darkness, he watches not his feet
Arriving at a cross road, which lie to greet …
Scared to continue, but he can not return to a lie
Cold wet and hungry; the cub is conflicted.
An omen shadows his troubles with a cry,
Daemon eyes burn like stabs inflicted.
The breaking light cracks the daemon’s grin
And courage fills him with every ray of vim.
Lies behind him, in sorrowful tears of their sin;
The desire for truth blinds the struggle in him.
So little he knows of life and the greater land
No longer safe in his flock, he’ll fall or stand.