The old lion’s blood still burns bright,
hot as the youngest stalking male’s.
Remembered conflicts no less real,
though behind memory’s closing door.
His pride now, is a feeling not a family.
Although alone, there is no emptiness.
Living in the reality of his dreams,
waiting to snarl in the face of death.
Last edited by Vince; 05-27-2018 at 07:44 AM..