The roar amongst the brambles.

You cannot follow where I must go,

the days are long, the nights are slow.

Darkness forms inside my head,

even Satan fills with dread.

Heart fuelled by love alone,

weakness gone, my strength has grown.

Feathered wings of dawn and dusk,

the soft scent of eternal musk.

spirit soars for this ride,

take cover, go please, and hide,

for the lions roar inside my mind,

refuses now, to be ever kind.

Karen Hayward (Copyright 2015)

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