NB: This is a poem about the stampede scene from The
Lion King, and it addresses Simba throughout, rhyming every other line or so.
It's only short and it's nothing brill, but I just had a whim to write it recently
and thought that I may as well share it. I originally wrote this, believe it or
not, for my a Lion King/Discworld crossover fic I'm planning, for its version
of the stampede scene, but seeing as I haven't written much of that yet (nor do
I want many spoilers to get out) I just reconfigured it for TLK. I can publish
the DW version another day, once my crossover fic is off the ground…
Anyway, that's about it...read it and see what you think. ^_^ I'm not a very
good poet, but I try when I have the will to. ^_^ Heh.
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BETRAYAL & SACRIFICE
The
ground shakes - can you feel it?
The stampede has begun.
Your heart races - can you taste your fear?
All you can do is run
Down
the gorge, away from the feet
That relentlessly pound the floor.
See that tree? Climb it, Simba!
It may give you time yet more…
Here
he comes! Can you see him?
Leaping from the wall
He will save you - fear not, young cub
You know he never falls.
Time
and again, they knock him back
The wildebeests of war
Bruising flesh, stretching sinew...
Can he take much more?
On
he comes, on and on
He takes you into his maw!
On he fights, making his way
Using strength and claw.
With
a tremendous bound, he flies to a ledge
And up to safety you soar
It's over... CLASH - No, not yet!
He's taken away with a roar!
'Dad!'
you cry, eyes darting
Looking for his form
Amongst the hooves, amongst the horns
Of the wildebeest storm.
Ho
- look yonder! Up he leaps!
From the chaos below
Up the cliff he clings and climbs
Rushing to meet him you go.
A
treacherous entity lurks where you don't see
And looks into your saviour's eyes.
'Help!' your sire cries to the deceitful friend
But claws flash upon him, to his surprise.
His
heart beats. Time stops.
The horrific moment slows...
'Long live the King' the villain sneers
Before down the monarch he throws.
'Get
up, dad, get up!' you cry
There's nothing you can do.
Comforted by the covert murderer you are
'He's dead' he murmurs 'Because of YOU.'