My Lion

In my dream a huge lion is stalking me,   
Somewhere in the shadows, in my periphery.
Sometimes in my house he's walking the floor,
I stand there terrified, with my ear to the door.

Sometimes he gets close, I feel his warm breath
I know if he gets me he'll maul me to death. 
Why does this lion enter my dreams,
Just to fill me with panic and terror it seems.

I have met him at night, in a dark empty street
In the silence I hear the soft fall of his feet.
Naught but a glimpse, a shadow with a mane
I'm terrified and alone with my lion again.

But he never quite gets me, I always escape
Just as he pounces, in a sweat I awake.
So there I lie, my heart going like a train
My recurring lion had came calling again.

My lion once looked at me right in the eye,
All I saw was anger, I didn't know why. 
Why was he here, what was my sin 
Is he here to haunt me, or is he something within.

Once again thinking, A dream or a sign ?
Is he telling me something, this lion of mine.
And if he is, I wish I understood
Because as he stalks me, I fear he wants blood.





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