Spirit of the Lion

Within me is the spirit of the lion

To my enemies
Those who play the game
But choose to play it without honor
These wolves see me for what I am
not with their eyes but straight from their soul
They see a ferocious beast
Proven invincible over eons of battle

The strong ones know this and withdraw
They go home and ponder what they have seen
They are better for the experience
And will not be wolves for much longer

The weak ones drop everything and flee
Later, confounded by their actions
They swear and lash out at anything they can find
Driving this encounter from their memories, they learn nothing
The cycle will continue tomorrow

To my allies
Those who play this game with honor
These noble souls see me for what I am
But only in dreams and auras
Since the battle of this world rages beneath the surface
They see a stalwart captain
They recognize their general, even if they do not know why

Both great and small see this and rush to my side
They sense that hope wells within these veins
Their hearts soon well with this same confidence
They are glad for my presence
And I for theirs

To all those who do not play the game
Probably the purest souls of us all
They see me for what I am
For the greatest strength the lion possesses
Is to purr like a kitten when strength is not required

They rush to my side
Seeking refuge, they find it in me
Their peace rests my heart
Their Love gladdens my soul
Truly they grant me more than they will ever know
A gentle repose amidst the havoc of this war

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