No Pacts Between Lion and Man
The jungle covers Shiva temple the forest is dark and deep
On the outskirts there is wreck of old ship
Once upon a time many people would come to worship
But now few are brave enough to make this trip
But sometimes fire in the temple burns at night
As tiger shows its fearsome form in moonlight
As fire burns in temple’s insight
Tiger’s eye reflects fire’s fury and light
The fire that burns is supposed to make statement on worshiper’s soul
But the light in tiger’s eye will only bring dread into the man’s soul
But this is tiger’s role
And if one looks closely into tigers’ eye it is sadness not mayhem that is in his soul
For so few tigers are left in the wild
Are there going to be any at adulthood of a child
For creatures some killed for fur some because they are reviled
Are despairing from last places to which they were exiled
On a distant island Komodo dragon looks up at the moon
It is time to hunt this late afternoon
This majestic creature is the real dragon as he passes the sandy dune
But he also might be gone quite soon
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