When morning star cleaned house..
They hatched your doom in groups.. of fives.. and hundreds
Your cousins across borders and skylines
Your roaring Majesty.. in the cage..
Thy roar so deafening but only for entertainment..
Your majestic demeanor good enough for the amusement of a five year-old
Stars
brighten skies, frightening.. for it roams the roost best when daylight evades
Beautiful
green vales.. lovely hill tops
All
in a different light now.. in the darkness of fear
Claws that will rip soul away.. with tenders
A majestic encounter of the first kind.. is the last.. for easily submitting mice-in-men to it's grandeur
Hail unsurpassable majesty...shame the mouse in all men
They roar.. not for your freedom
For
they crawl under midnight's blanket.. not for prey
Still they roar in the distant
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