Lion

Wings of a golden heart

Replaced by a silver tongue

Leopard races through time

Lion dutifully waits

She waits for the right one

Her protector is her prey

She never followed his way

But instead she waited

She waited for her heart to be captured

For her love to be devoured.

A calling from her master

Awakened her natural senses

And she followed his scent to the heavens

She followed his scent to touch

And without ever knowing too much

She breathed in his breath

Inwardly

Fragments falling within each beat

Of her bleeding heart

Inconsistent and itchy

Itching from her own unintentional spell

Uncovering a radar so deep

That no man ever found the words to tell

That his hunter was his protector 

and his protector was his prey.

Lion leaves no image 

Only a tongue

Of ribboned scars

Falling flat and juicy

Her eyes rest in the stars