The noble Lion
looks at me
with fire in his eyes.
The wisdom in his
face and mane
begins to make me cry.
Because I know I'll
never know
the feelings of a sage.
Because I know I'll
never catch
his beauty with a page.
And if I could I'd
surely free him
from his inky cell
I could not stand to
stop him setting
fire to the world.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 4:05 PM UTC
The noble Lion
looks at me
with fire in his eyes.
The wisdom in his
face and mane
begins to make me cry.
Because I know I'll
never know
the feelings of a sage.
Because I know I'll
never catch
his beauty with a page.
And if I could I'd
surely free him
from his inky cell
I could not stand to
stop him setting
fire to the world.
Part 5 of "Ode to the Seven Virgins"
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