Lion, dweller of the desert
with gleaming fur and crushing paws
wandered, searching, thirsty, wanting
when only yards away was fresh-rain ponds
just barely out of sight
and the lion was almost satisfied
For now, it was patient
But then, from its dark, dry hole
a snake, red, long, its body curled in waves
it came and teased the lion
selfish, ignorant, it swam through sand
right in front of that thirsty lion
Not counting its consequences
The lion's fur rose as it watched the snake go
It's heart, mighty, proud, longed to ****** the serpent
or chase, at least chase
But its clever mind scorned-
The lion needed water, its thirst growing great
The fresh-rain ponds were just over the sand hill
The heart fought the mind
The mind finally gave
Knowing the worst with great disregard
It leaped through the gold dust and pounced on the snake
But there-
its heart was great
but its mind was resentful with spite
thirsting to wound that heart's lazy pride
so it let that scarlet snake slipped
right through, free from the paws
to retreat in its hole
until morning
This lion's heart, it beat and swore
This lion's mind, it smirked and snubbed
And it sat in the sun of the desert, much greater than it
Just wrinkling to nothing
Bitter with loss for drink and food
No compromise to be reached,
The lion withered for nothing
To have its ashes mixed with the sand
and blown
away
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
Lion, dweller of the desert
with gleaming fur and crushing paws
wandered, searching, thirsty, wanting
when only yards away was fresh-rain ponds
just barely out of sight
and the lion was almost satisfied
For now, it was patient
But then, from its dark, dry hole
a snake, red, long, its body curled in waves
it came and teased the lion
selfish, ignorant, it swam through sand
right in front of that thirsty lion
Not counting its consequences
The lion's fur rose as it watched the snake go
It's heart, mighty, proud, longed to ****** the serpent
or chase, at least chase
But its clever mind scorned-
The lion needed water, its thirst growing great
The fresh-rain ponds were just over the sand hill
The heart fought the mind
The mind finally gave
Knowing the worst with great disregard
It leaped through the gold dust and pounced on the snake
But there-
its heart was great
but its mind was resentful with spite
thirsting to wound that heart's lazy pride
so it let that scarlet snake slipped
right through, free from the paws
to retreat in its hole
until morning
This lion's heart, it beat and swore
This lion's mind, it smirked and snubbed
And it sat in the sun of the desert, much greater than it
Just wrinkling to nothing
Bitter with loss for drink and food
No compromise to be reached,
The lion withered for nothing
To have its ashes mixed with the sand
and blown
away
This has a deeper meaning than just a lion in some desert, I promise.
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