six-lions
alongside six, a finished and an early version of some work with more rigid meter and rhyme
My lion slumbered warm and soft;
I wonder where he goes
If nightmares kept him restless oft
I wonder when he'll dose.
My lion one day slinked away
I'd yet to clean the gauze.
It seems his paws were led astray
I wonder for what cause?
I came across his pride today
They slept within black earth.
Their eyes were glass and searched away,
I wonder for their mirth?
My lion slumbers warm and soft;
I wait for his return.
If nightmares kept his paws aloft
Then for his peace I'd yearn.
If wisps of dreams would to him waft
The smoke would both us burn.
If threads of poppy snared him oft
Our home would be an urn.
My lion slumbers warm and soft.
I fear he'll not return.
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My lion slumbers warm and soft
I wonder where he goes
If war o'er peace will keep him oft
I wonder when he'll dose
My lion slinked away today
I hadn't cleaned the gauze
If his paws were led astray
I wonder for what cause
My lion slumbers warm and soft
I wait for his return
If time is short and war's been lost
Our home should be an urn