The fire blew out.
And you, my long lost friend,
Had changed into the very thing
You feared to become.
And I?
I was the Lion Tamer.
I felt the Beast purr beneath my very fingertips,
Watched it's eyes peer
Into my battered soul,
And gave it strength
When the hunt was long.
I cannot tame what is no longer there, My Love.
That beautiful creature is long gone,
In search of home.
In search of you.
Now,
The Hyena mocks your very reflection.
A joker amongst the thrown of a King.
YOU ARE READING
Tomorrow Morning
PoetryFor the beautiful souls that talk to the moon and sing with the stars. For the battered hearts that are going day after day- trying to mend, but there's still a scar. This book is for the ones that have screamed so much, their voices have become hol...
