The lion roared from out his darkened lair
And so the ground beneath me quaked and shook;
My chest reverberating amidst the blare
Resounding forth from out that thorn lined nook.
I saw the jaundice eyes and grimaced mask
The ivory fangs that dripped with dreadful fear,
With every sinew taut as if to ask
If hell would soon unleash upon me there.
My aging double raised in sole defense,
Stark pupils wide, throat dry, all time recessed,
Adrenaline now stoking every sense;
No time to pray or mortal sins confess.
Explode he did from out that fearsome cave,
The rifle bucked with but one soul to save.
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