Made some minor adjustments to parts 1 and 2. Part 3 has been altered and Part 4 has been added. Please feel free to provide constructive criticism and comments (or if you preferred a previous revision).
The original Day One version can be read here.
Wolves unleashed by the darkened skies;
Like rapids they flow through 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 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 wolves brash raid
The cub has to travel towards his truth.
His path mires 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 will he greet …
Scared to continue, but he can not return to a lie
Cold wet and hungry; the cub conflicted and alone
In the woods nightmares cast by the moon lit sky,
Branches claw and hollows gnarl teeth of bone.
Feeling like a marionette cut loose
Virgin eyes see that roots do not grasp,
And daemon eyes can not seduce
His freedom that callow fears rasp.
But an omen shadows his troubles with a cry,
To hear such; foretells that he will soon die.
The breaking light cracks the daemon’s grin
And courage fills him with every ray of vim
Lies left behind, the omen cries a muted din;
The desire for truth blinds the struggle in him.
The wood’s shadows are cast aside with light,
So little he knows of life and their pains,
But on he walks to the river town with sprite.
The cub far from a lion, living on stains.
A lesson in trust he’ll learn first hand,
No longer safe in his flock, he’ll fall not stand