Persuveus: Part One
Eyes nocturnal waking
Ever the dark encroaching
Foraging for our survival
The dawn we dread approaching
We were the last
The lonely breed
Hunted and harvested
and destroyed indeed
Early; my years were pain
and family was disbanded
The light of man rose
The darkness of Thylacine landed
A shot rang out
and father disappeared
We barely escaped
the pain we feared
Yet fate was against our kind
and the net found us at last
Into the light of day
and a prison, we were cast
Sleep was a slippery thing
I could no longer grasp
and the food we were given;
Like the poison of an asp
On display until the end of days
Heeled and reigned like a domestic hoof
No glorious thing for such as us
The doom of the Tasmanian Tiger-wolf
Persuveus Part Two
Each night we watched impatient
Mother was our only hope
She found the strength to keep us warm
and the will to cope
We yipped and yawned
and she stood near
Her heart could calm
our every fear
In the passing of the stars
she told the stories we longed for
and whispered of the lore
our own names were given to endure
"You are of the moon
The same your father knew
The name itself Persuveus
The strength to see you through"
"The stripes you wear
are its shadows long
and the voice you bear
is your father's song."
"You will yet rise
from this trap
and break the dawn
and the hunter's back"
Each day they came
by the hundreds and more
to watch us blinded
by their scores
Each night my mother
wasted slow
until the night
she had to go
I watched the tears
in by brother's eyes
as she breathed her last
and there she died
Persuveus Part Three
Red was the light
in the eastern sky
at the dusk of the junction
that was drawing nigh
There fell the angel
to the door at the zoo
as my own life waned
and was nearly through
Yet some grand scheme
found me in her eyes
The vessel to fill
and a power to rise
If ever a nemesis
extinction could find
That honor distinguished
would now be mine
The four-footed body
stretching to stand
Tail to spine
and paws to hands
Stripes on the lumbar
alone would remain
Face of the enemy
was now my shame
Yet disguised as a man
I had power to hide.
And on two legs
their terror would stride
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