A little lion cub again. You trusted too easy. You fell too quick.
                        You got too close.
What you thought was an Owl was a Crow. It's claws stretched out to you.
                        What a fool you are.
You let it crush you. It dug its claws in deep until there was nothing left to be severed. And it keeps digging.
                          You're empty
                                                               **It's your fault

I was never the type
of child that obeyed
much  of anything;
not even the many
times  I was told
not to stare into
the evening sun
when I felt
alone.

A new dance,
A fretful prance,
The lion celebrates her change.

No more fears,
No whispers in her ears,
No more nightmares to devour the real her.

She is the real her.

One day, Curious Lion will be Great Lion.
She just knows it.

Lion cub wants to know strength and wisdom. She wants to be powerful in the real way. 'But how is that?' she asks herself. 'It must be knowledge,' the Lion says, for it is the only thing that fills her with pride.

The Curious lion prances. A fretful owl in it's sights. Never has one found such a wise and attractive creature.
Watching from a distance, the Curious lion will never know the Mature Owl. She is too wild for such a tame creature. She has not the courage to approach. Fearing that the creature will attack the poor young lion cub.
The little lion will continue form the distance.

Farewell*, little daydreamer. Your time has passed. It is time to grow. An adventure awaits in the cruel reality. One much too harsh for the likes of you. So much to learn. You will one day know the love you want to yours;f. I, the curious lion, will bring you the joy you so wish for. Goodbye, old friend. I'm sure I will see you again.