The Lion Of Darkness

-The Lion Of Darkness-
by Keaton Foster



He walks
He stalks
He creeps
When feeling
The need
When his gut
Often overstuffed
Aches to be filled
Again he will kill
Murdering
His way
To the top
An alpha
In a world
Of beta’s
He is the king
Of his pride
The master
Of his time
He is
The lion
Of darkness
A monster
Sheer madness
Some prey
His kills
For food
Others
He straight up
Slaughters
For sport
To make a point
Hear thy roar
Know this name
Fear these eyes
Admire my mane
He, a specimen
Of absolute perfection
One of God’s
Flawless creations
Unchanged
Untamed
Meant to kill
Driven by instinct
Deep within his gut
Such need
Does persist
Like an itch
Like a burn
A sting
Upon his soul
Knowing his role
He is right there
Out of sight
In the depths
Of every plight
He is
The lion
Of darkness
Certain
Is such madness
His anger
His love of flesh
Thirst for blood
Are unmatched
If any other
Challenges him
It always becomes
A matter of
Life and death
Kill or be dethroned
Abandonment
By those in servitude
To a life quite alone
All kings do rise
And all must fall
His time will come
He
The lion
Of darkness
Is as for now
Unmatched
Brutal is the way
In which he
Let’s those
In which he holds
Dominion over
Know
He will not be
Overthrown
He will not be
Driven away
His time is here
And now
A creature unmatched
A beast unsurpassed
If you saw him
In his natural state
You’d be dead
Because of the fear
Long before
He pulled you down
And ripped you apart
So if you please
Be very afraid
Because he is there
In the blackness
Of everywhere…


The Lion Of Darkness
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.