In slumber's realm, a golden mane appears,
A regal beast with eyes of amber fire.
Its presence fills my heart with awe and fear,
As jungle fades to streets I once called home.
The lion speaks, its voice both soft and strong,
A message hidden in its silent roar.

I feel the vibrations of that silent roar,
As childhood memories suddenly appear.
The scent of savanna, earthy and strong,
Mingles with the lion's breath of fire.
This creature, so out of place at home,
Dispels the shadows of my deepest fear.

"Why do you tremble? Why do you fear?"
The lion asks, without a sound or roar.
Its words echo through the walls of home,
As visions of my struggles reappear.
The beast's eyes flicker with internal fire,
A mirror of the strength I wish was strong.

"Within you lies a power just as strong,"
It says, "as any force that you might fear."
My doubt begins to melt like wax on fire,
As courage rises with each phantom roar.
The truths I've buried start to reappear,
Transforming this strange dreamscape into home.

The lion paces through each room of home,
Its presence making weak foundations strong.
With every step, my purpose grows more clear,
Dissolving doubts that once provoked my fear.
No longer do I cower at its roar,
But stand beside it, touched by inner fire.

As dawn approaches, fading dreamland's fire,
The lion leads me from this transient home.
Its parting gift: a soft, encouraging roar,
A reminder to stay brave and strong.
I wake, no longer gripped by nameless fear,
Ready for the day about to appear.

The fire of courage, now burning strong,
Lights my home, banishing lingering fear.
Dreams reappear, echoing the lion's roar.