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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pride
[time] => 2005-10-29 20:43:04
[hometext] => Deadly sin # 2
[bodytext] => A pride full of lions slumber in the midday sun The leader sleeps watchful and protecting His pride is his life, his family. If he were too let them go through callous carelessness Too morbid is the consequence. His eyes twitch and flicker with unwanted light He moves to find the source Which disrupts his midday slumber Finding in the thick, woven grass A mirror of ancient build. Looking at his reflected presence He does not notice shadows creeping He notices the symmetry of his face The regal structure of his jaw Which he so proudly juts. His eyes scour his lustrous mane It glow with radiance and ego The shadows infiltrate the field The lion studies his golden strands So fine and soft in the Savannah winds. The lion is captivated by his coat of self-indulgence He loves the way he gleams as he basks He admires how masculine he is compared to the lower males Shadows see their chance. Lion sees his beauty. The cry that erupts from the pride is like a beast with pierced underbelly. Setting a chilling, morbid fear into the lions breaking heart The lion watches his pride die at the hands of shadows Helpless, too far away, longing, too proud to die. His body remains intact His face unscarred His glorious looks Untainted by death He remains alone with his pride. A lion full of pride slumbers in the midday sun. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Sinfullilmissmuppet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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