In Like a Lion

Anacrusis Itare




I
the Fate of the Families' Honor 
now Rests in his hands 
as He journeys to far-distant shores 
for Atonement and pardon 
and Grace of the gods 
to Repay their Blood-Debt 
to The First Covenant





II
Rage of angels, 
the tear-flecked sand, 
Far-away 
             star-away 
                          flight. 

A lone bitter cry escapes from the dark-
an echo 
of echo 
of light.







III
gathering storm clouds grey the skies 
gathering heartbeats graze the lies 
gathering mourners' grave goodbyes 
ashes ashes we all fall down






IV
Floating in the foamy sea of consciousness...
the emerald lion broken in three pieces, 
lying at the cliff’s edge next to the fire that never sleeps.
The blood fire, they call it.
Infused magic coursing through its veins, 
its smoke twin tendrils of rage and desire.
High overhead, dark wings, almost invisible, 
yet shrouding cliff and chasm in shadow.

Lion, lion - why ya cryin'?
Dry those tears, get on with dyin'.

This is the way the world ends, not with a shout, but a whisper.

The mourners come marching one by one, Hoorah, hoorah.
The mourners come marching one by one, Hoorah, hoorah.
The mourners come marching one by one, 
The lion’s pride is dead and gone; and we’ll all go marching-
When the moonlight hits rose
When the moonlight hits rose









































Breve Ambessa





V

The Lion preys in stalks of maize that hide his mane and eyes and scent. He lies in wait for further fate to fall his way and start the play that never seeks to ask the sleek cat how he feels about his meals; as if that's real: not him but pain upon your brain for thinking sane when it's a game --Is it a game? Yes, it's a game; a game of names, but nothing's changed. It stays the same. That's why the blame goes with the fame and how the prey did get away, and that is all I have to say; goodbye forever and a day. 






VI
I see you. 
I see through you. 
I see through you, not in that way, 
But in that I see through you to the 
Light shining behind you, and the Darkness fades.
Drifting....
Eyes close of their own accord. 
Blinding white light, like someone shining highbeams. 
Unknown origin.
Eye crack open, fearful and afraid. 
Darkness. 
Where did the Light come from, when eyes were closed?
Why does it hurt so?




VII
(Entr'acte)

"So we waltzed for one moment, 
But too soon, we had a spat, 
In that one awful moment, 
Something happened to my hat.
So I'll keep changing partners 
'till I find my hat again, 
And believe me I will never
Take my hat off again."





VIII
The Bloodfire trembles quietly. 
Tiny bubbles of escaped fury rise to the surface and 
Snap in the air with defiant crackle. 
Pieces of the world, too unsubstantial to escape the 
Chance breeze, are rendered silken ash if they 
Float over the miasmatic mixture. 

The Emerald Lion lies nearby, 
Undisturbed by the Bloodfire's taunts.  
Unmoving. 
A stone. 
Maybe he doesn't notice. 
Maybe he can't see. 
Maybe it's too late. 


                                  A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh

Dark eyes, 
Dark wings, 
Dark thoughts 
Alight high on the wind.  
Soon, their bones tell them.  
Soon. 

                                  A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh

Lion.  
Liii-on.  
Oh, Liiiiiiiiiiiiii-on.  
Wake up, kitty.  
They're coming. 

                                  A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh

Blood is Life
Blood is Magic
Blood is Death
Blood is Tragic


"A game of names, 
but nothing's changed. 
It stays the same. 
That's why the blame 
goes with the fame 
and how the prey 
did get away...."


A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh 
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh.
In the desert, the lonely desert, the Lion sleeps tonight. 
In the desert, the dying desert, the Lion weeps tonight.  





  



To be Continued?

























"Anacrusis Itare" and "Breve Ambessa" were the bookend poems for my 31 Days of poetry last August. You can find more poetry on Literary Hype

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