A tale of Grievance
Greiver's just a bit too simple for me, had to write this, even if no-one else reads it.
Enjoy or not. Your choice.
It sits on the rock, it's pillar, it's power.
It sits on the it's rock in the smouldering sun.
Sits and sleeps, while the dirt and sweats beneath.
Mane silvery in the pain of the heat.
The wind it's roar for a voice too old to speak.
Man came, man was weak. Man cried.
Man was frail and bleed.
Man would sweat at the earth's burning touch.
He spat at the dirt. Kursed it for it's heat.
Man looks to the sky, to see, but could only dream.
Man walks the lands, man cuts the land before too long.
Lion still watches now, lion will keep watching and;
waiting for the darkness to come.
The sun to set.
Pride ferments behind eyes, that once smiled. Lion regrets.
Lion won't yawn.
Tail drumming through the air falling on the sacred stone,
pummels and chips.
Bleeding sparks of stone and bone.
Lion judges from his rock.
Looks at man.
Glares out on the planes of forming creation.
And sighs.
Eyes of silent steel watching the land change till the night comes.
Till man rests and man meets women in the dark place.
And still lion watches, purpose and thought, patience's.
Wait to watch.
To watch the dreams of men flourish and bloom.
And such as the beams of the sun their wilted and end.
When child comes.
The Sinful spreading.
Lion will breath.
Lion will roar.
Lion will see.
Lion will draw man's eyes from heaven.
Lion will offer man the peace of death.
Man will raise arms to lion.
And lion will weep.
Lion will bleed and weaken.
Go to the rock and sleep.
Lion sleeps till the end comes at last.
Till the sun sleeps forever and the cold spreads over the earth
And man's child comes for lion.
Strikes with spear and bow.
And Lion will weep.
And ask, 'why me'