Michael Romero Poet Epic

Beat`en Moans. ( From Tigers In My Eyes.)

I watched as the great white tiger called Life looked down on those who feared 
him on the ground,
from the cradle to the grave he hunts you, you live in his world in his jungle you 
play his game,
you never know he`s coming , the great one never makes a sound,
you will fill his wrath, you will fill the pain,
Distant the orange tiger that has raced to Life for revenge licks his wounds from 
the last time the two battled,
you see Life took it`s toll on Distant`s family he took them to the darkest of places 
never killing them but leaving them wishing he did, 
they didn`t fight back they accepted all Life gave which  wasn`t much, a troubled 
past, scares that branded them like cattle,
he watched as Life destroyed them one by one and when he did it to Distant, Life 
never seen the fire in his eyes the fire Distant  hid,
" To you and to you only I look to for revenge for purpose for meaning and a way 
to get back all that you `ve taken," Distant roared,
as the rain fell Distant could smell Life he ran to the top of the hill thinking of the 
tears his mother cried,
faster and fast, higher and higher he raced to the smell of the great one when he 
reached the top the rain stopped and Distant roared,
" HERE I AM LETS PLAY YOUR GAME I HAVEN`T HAD ENOUGH YOU PRAY ON 
THE WEAK YOU PRAY ON THE ONES WHO FEAR YOU,"
Distant roamed in circles striking near by trees and stones,
" I DON`T FEAR YOU, YOU WON`T BEAT ME, MY PAIN IS MY FUEL."
not a sound from Life, just beat`en moans.

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