A little daydreamer sits up in bed. A nightmare again.
Little daydreamer whispers to her loyal walls.
"I had a scary dream." Little daydreamer sighs.
"I had become a Lion. I had grown up a little. I even fell in love. I had hope."
Little Daydreamer shivers in disgust.
"At least it was just a dream."

No, No, No, No, No! Stop thinking. Don't think.
How could you?
Are you nothing but a little  daydreamer?
We've worked so hard.
Now you throw it all away.
Maybe you are nothing.
Perhaps Crow is right.
No
We will not submit to his claws.
We will scratch. We will bite.
We will drag ourself out of hell.
I have not given up on you.
For you see, I am you, you are me.

A crown and trophy for your troubles, Proud Lion.
What an admired mane. What an admired jaw.
                                        what secrets lie beneath
The Proud Lion has teeth sharp and drenched.
Future's tears weep through your teeth.
Seeps red and dark.
Crow doesn't know what comes.
                                      **you don't know what comes

Crow is feeble,
Caught in surprise.
They were looking for young,
when they should have been looking for adult eyes.

A lion cub grows larger.
Still, larger.
A lion on the hunt.
Feathers flock and feathers fray.
Lions do as Lions want.
A  squawk is heard.
A squawk to pray.
Clenched in jaws.
Teeth to erase.

Sneaky little lion cub. One with tricks and lies. Hard to believe you can make such feats.
       Crow still thinks you're little. Crow still thinks you're his. That you are just a plaything.
                     He doesn't know the truth.
      He thinks you're in love. he thinks you're stuck with him.
                   *You're Not

You foolish, foolish creature. No matter how tight I squeeze, you won't let go.
             let go
Only a fool can have such hope. You think I care for you, young lion? You are just my next meal.
             Only fools
You will always be little, lion.
             There is no hope for you
                                                        *-Cr­ow ***