The Lion’s Watch

01 Nov

He does not know calm,
yet he is content to rest;
he does not know fear,
yet he is always guarded.

He reigns from his dais,
tho’ but a patch of earth;
he calls for his jesters,
that they may amuse him.

He is lord of his land,
yet not given to ruling;
merely to keep his place,
and let others know why.

He knows wages of war,
yet he does not strategize;
leaving his pride to plan,
he but commands the attack.

He has lived long years,
yet he knows only the days;
he has battled the sun,
yet he must stay the moon.

He is not the tyrant,
tho’ most oft, undisputed;
he would desire sleep,
tho’ not without its death.

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Posted by on November 1, 2016 in My Poetry



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