King of Lions

King of Lions


Sprawling out of my Summer slumber
Waking Winter is my new wonder
Something about those stone cold eyes
staring through me seeking lies.
Sending chills,
unveiling my ills,
their icy glaze can turn prey to hunter.
With nothing to hide I cover my body
searching for the warmth
that once came so naturally.

The Winter has a wondrous way of working.
Chipping away at our lips and the ends of our hair.
Expecting the unexpected,
frozen expressions leave no joy in surprises.
And I enjoy being prepared.

All four chambers tightly closed shut,
making my release painfully easy.
There is no point in my running away
and I finally do not desire to hide.
My footprints will show you where I stay.
Come for me if you want to know the real me.
I will not budge when you raise your arms to strike.
Like the steam rising from a shingled rooftop,
Love will prove clearly in the skies
For even the King of Lions fell for the truth



-Mr.StrangeDub