Roar

Come.... Hear the roar!

There he goes, fearless, without a thought

written on his head are lines showing signs of worry

Yet, no thoughts one could read, sorry.

Did he find joy in this?

He has his target set... he cannot miss

Its about time... come... hear the roar!

His brow was like a bow, with eyes as sharp as arrows

And when they meet in perfect unison...

It'll come... the roar... the roar will come

The air kisses and his long flowing mane dances like the fire

Along the way, it caresses his face, is wood, burning it.

Victory is in sight, the arrows and eyes are one

The task shall be done, his brows and face agree

Looking,

Waiting,

Then... there she goes!!!!!

Now we wait

Now we wait... it'll come!

And there he screams

with a blend of joy and pain

with a tinge of sorrow and gain

the enemy has been SLAIN!

His roar resounds not for the victory

He doesn't know he has won

He screams..

for he has done what had to be done!

He will find joy in this...

But not now... not now

But come it will when he knows not

Yet here he screams, like there is no present or past

No thought telling him how long it will last!

Come... you have heard the roar!