Sadness in the soul of a lion
stripped of his kingdom
and denied his thrown.
his followers slayed.
his homeland destroyed.

what shall become
of this magnificent king
bold in his guidance
yet beautiful in his vulnerability.
a kingdom of wisdom
held in the breast
of this kitten.
Nurtured by jealousy,
so soon betrayed
by time.
Cut from his legacy
to be cast
to the wolves of society,
this fallen king.

His tawny fur,
torn like his soul,
soiled with sorrow
and broken by defeat.
a thousand claw marks
scarring his heart,
and caging the spirit
meant to be free.

A thousand years later
so lost in the wind,
this sadness still remembered
by a forgotten king
and the hatred
that stole his thrown.

my soul,
the empty cradle
of a life once lived
in virtue and grace.
now shattered and broken
in the bowels of a hell
designed for the guilty
and structured for the impure.
a thousand claw marks,
a thousand scars.
all the reminders
of the memories
and the pain borne
from the tear
in this grey soul.

nothing to mend
nothing to fix
the gaping hole
in my chest.
this silent wound
that tears at my sanity
leaving shreads
of patience
and destroying
the very foundations
of hope.

this cradle
so empty,
broken and alone.

sadness in this isolation
and the pain that comes with it.
a thousand rides through this city
and yet i am still alone,
caged,
in the crowded atmosphere.

to shoulder the comfort
and deny the pain,
such sacrifice
in the face of confession;
such a pit of devotion.

this mind so devoid of anything
but blackness shining
from a steeple in the heavens.
resolute in the night,
but weakened
by the winged hope that flies above.

profane in existence
and broken in tranquillity. 
we are the bond
that holds this chaos together,
and yet even i,
was shattered in the fall.