Black Lion!
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Denis Martindale
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Black lion, whence came thou to me,
That I might know thy might?
For what a sight thou art to see,
To stand as dark as night...
To glare and stare at underlings,
Not half as strong as thee,
As if thou art the King of Kings,
With utmost majesty!
And art thou Lord of thy domain,
The conqueror of all,
As if thou ever would remain
And God not bid thee fall?
Yea, time shall turn and slowly gain
The measure of thy soul,
To fashion scars and pass on pain
Beyond thy self-control...
While lion-hearted, mark this well,
Strength often brings remorse,
What seems like Heaven turns to Hell
When judgement takes its course...
Youth tarries long to cast its spell
That pride might yet deceive,
Yet Samson still has tales to tell
Of when strength's powers leave...
Denis Martindale, copyright August 2015.
Poem based on the magnificent lion paintings
by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search
gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.
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