Lion

Muscles tense as golden paws lift,
Large, but silent, beat as the sand shifts,

Mane wafts in the light breeze,
Across the savanna with effortless ease,

Eyes, luminescent, amber lure,
Slits, ebony splendour, against golden fur,

Tail flicking softly, patient, tired,
Shimmering pelt, one to be admired,

Teeth, shards of ivory blade,
Quiet, deadly, the invisible shade,

Across the dusty path of lost wandering,
Doubt ebbing away at righteous pondering,

Ice-cold stare through oblivions eyes,
Banished are darkness, hatred and lies,

Eternal beauty, such a sight to see,
For he is the lion, strong, proud and free.