Thursday, October 04, 2007
riddled with holes
torn in places
this tapestry of lions
once glory overwhelmed the sight of it
now, it's just a memory.
cats of stature.
honor.
sheer majesty.
locked away in cloth and string
but now it fades.
like a lost kingdom.
where is the man,
to raise the banner?
blowing the horn
rousing the masses
raising a wave upon the land,
as has never been seen before.
where is the lion's roar?
where are the lion's teeth?
befuddled and lost
in the ages past
of murk and mildew
rotting
decaying
the time has come for a new age.
a new breath.
a new lion.
5:52 AM
