Black Clouds and Lions
Crimson streaks across charcoal skies,
Souls dance in azure eyes.
Claw-marks deep in Mother Earth,
Sweet scent of victory’s birth,
Wafting on winds of questioned worth.
Gaze upon sunsets, the gravity of life.
Sins of pride, creation of strife.
Beveled hearts risk no scars,
The brave are those who challenge the stars.
Fear not who you were but who you are.
Hunters are we, predisposed, glory ordained.
For the pride, for the many, kings have reigned.
Tear at the belly of the beast, lap at the river of blood.
Sacrifice nothing and stand alone against the flood.
A mane aflame, in rage I would.
Stand for knowledge, all strength to bear.
Invite the whirlwind in my stare.
Let them hear and quiver at my roar,
Give no ground, yield naught at Death’s door.
Wear the crown of the righteous, evermore.
Breath in the musk of the blackened clouds,
Cloak yourself in royal shrouds.
Be triumphant or do not play,
Never quit, find the way.
Live in one moment, seize the day.
Atop the hill is when you see,
The truth in all it’s majesty.
For honor, the warrior’s heart bleeds,
To the heavens he desperately pleads,
For Joy is all the lion needs.