Black Tears

Poem by Sharako LunarWolf

Art by Skia

His Fury’s Scorn lies underneath,

Fur golden as the sun,

Spotted as black as the night.

Tear stains forever mark his fur,

Reminders for all who look upon him,

Of the years spent weeping in solitude.

His amber eyes burn with fire

Remembering the stunning Sahara.

Forced into a solitary servitude,

His beauty on show for all

The mighty has fallen

From the grace of the wild

Loosing all freedom,

To pace day in day out,

Crying out like a bird

Beauty is freedom

With out freedom

The earth dies

Lacking its rightful place

In the great circle

He stalks freedom like prey,

One day he may succeed,

Or wither away, on only mice.