The Eyes of the Lion
By Bunnisteffi
Through the eyes of the Lion's prey;
Alabaster pale
A mane of bronze
Beautiful and perfect
Inhumanly so
The topaz eyes
Deep wells of warm honey
Mesmerizing and dazzling
Breathlessly so
Through the eyes of the Lamb's predator;
Translucent skin
Raven black hair
Vulnerable and frail
An easy catch
The floral scent of her blood
Intoxicating and alluring
Like a prize waved in
Front of him
And the hunt begins;
The prey approaches
Transfixed by the Lion
Smoldered by his gaze
Stumbling forward
Into the path of danger
Unaware
She goes closer
The Lion's fragrance
Pulling her
Into Death's door
Too late it was
For the Lamb was blind
To all but
The Predator's eyes
Of molten gold
She would die
But she did not care
She would give anything
Even her life for the
Dark beauty of the Lion
The Lion pauses in his crouching stance;
His mouth waters
Craving for his Prey's blood
Every waft brought him closer
To madness
But he hesitates
Looking on at the Lamb
He could not kill her
He did not want to
How could he
With the Lamb's innocence
Pure and defenseless
He backs off
Within another second
His stoppers his craving
And instead looks on
With a different light
She saw his eyes shift
Knew that Safety was on her side
Now she frisked forward
With new ease
Predator and prey come cautiously together;
The Lion was careful
For without caution
He could kill the Lamb
Easily with just a touch
Without thought
The Lamb was wary
As she knew little
Of this god-like beast
Whose magnificence made
Her heart run wild
But Time brings both closer
Until prey and predator
Lie close in
Each other's embrace
Both were aware
But neither greatly distressed
Of the very reason why their kind
Were not at peace together
As one was supposed to
Exterminate the other
And the other ought to
Have long bolt away
And so the Lion
Fell in love
With the Lamb
And all this began with the eyes of the Mountain Lion