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 ***

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

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.