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Astra Zenneth Oct 2016
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
You let it happen. He did it, and you let him. Why? Why.
  Oct 2016 Astra Zenneth
Doug Potter
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.
Astra Zenneth Oct 2016
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.
Soon you'll know.
Just wait.
Astra Zenneth Oct 2016
One day, Curious Lion will be Great Lion.
She just knows it.
A storm, a storm, a flood.
You are not ready.
Astra Zenneth Oct 2016
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.
No.
No pride in shame.
I can help you.
Shed these silly wishes and wants.
Astra Zenneth Oct 2016
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.
Come closer, come closer, little one.
Ignore sharp claws. Ignore hard glares. Come here, dear, come.
Astra Zenneth Oct 2016
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.
Oh dear, oh dear,
Little little lion, a storm is coming, even you don't know. You will scream. Crushed.
                         -Crow
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