Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: The Lion

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Thursday, February 12, 2009

The Lion

I am the lion who never growls The predator who never preys, Or hunts or, full of menace, prowls The self inflicted boundaries of my days. I am the lion who never roars, The king who refuses rule, One designed to kill who yet abhors Violence as the toy of a fool. I am the lion who softly sings The... Sign in to see full entry.

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