POETRY:  Lion of My Days

Lion of My Days

Lion of my days, sentry
I rely on:  Your velvet claw
shreds with one brief move
what evil daunts me

To you I run
in these times of terror,
to your neck like a column,
to your lions pride
In your coarse mane I hide my shoulders

I love when you are who you are,
your truest you,
I love when your roar
fills the plain,
conquers fear

Be with me
Be the growl
that makes all vile
cowardly things flee on their bellies
Be the fangs of truth,

vigilante of my night,
crusher of poachers,
divine grace
in its form
leonine


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