so the boy then turned to the lion of rage;
so bold, fierce and brave;
he looked from below to this life he can see;
he thought to himself the rage does so boil in me;
so he tried to roar to scare the pain;
he tossed and turned to seem insane;
the peers looked down on him, to the fit he made;
they tried to sedate the rage that they had seen to fade;
the boy tried to fight the sleep;
but the distaste of other was far too deep;
they tried all they could to keep it asleep;
for if it woke again the world was his to keep;
the ruin that would run wild;
would seem far too much for a mere child;
but the rage boils deep;
so that even in his sleep;
the changes would be so strong;
that even the world would soon fall;
