The man said,
'the first hint of fear,
Was when our eyes met'.
When I looked into the lion's eyes,
I saw a reflection of my life.
A withering animal,
Not strong enough to protect it's scarred sacred pray,
From the flying tourmenting monsters,
To high to reach.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
The man said,
'the first hint of fear,
Was when our eyes met'.
When I looked into the lion's eyes,
I saw a reflection of my life.
A withering animal,
Not strong enough to protect it's scarred sacred pray,
From the flying tourmenting monsters,
To high to reach.
