Footsteps of the Tiger

The tears of the tiger Trapped in this snare of man Fades into an ancient kingdom Where silent footsteps once reigned To feel his breath upon your neck Is to know that death has come His lick will taste your soul And jaws will steal your flesh His honour will take your sacrifice And your fears will die with you. But should his wits fail To my ambitions, Then he will know That I am top predator Oh beautiful creature Whose grace was born to kill? Your Hyde is but a bauble to me When I have forgotten this day Moths will feast on your memory These glass eyes that I give to you Will see this mausoleum That I have created For death has always been my work Yet when I see the tears of noble beast Defeated by a cruel world One feels his tears run down my soul And something is lost to me Your eyes that once stalked this life Celebrating discovery of prey Hide tears of a changing world Your destiny is to talk in silence Though your roar now falls silent You were always heard in my heart The message consumes this hunter with guilt But no one will hear, Except the tiger and me Being human I wish to be a tiger For in life he was a great king And only time can make him a pauper His magnificence is his downfall But in death he was always A noble being. I was the darkness That tried to touch his light But I am not worthy I am the pauper who destroyed a king And now the future Belongs to paupers Who will never see A World that was once filled With such noble things For all that remains are the shadows of me.