The Lion's Roar

The dark, the grief, the fear,

The going on alone

The Witch, the knife, the sneer

The ancient, cold, hard stone

The tears, the tears, the tears

Till tears could come no more

The Sorrow, shock and fears

The numbness to the core

The muzzle, ropes and mice,

The noble face so still

The feeling cold as ice,

Though sun comes up the hill.

The stillness, empty, clear

The ending of all things

The sun's warmth drying tears

How can the birds still sing?

The pacing there and back

The sight of distant shore

A sudden deafening crack!

The Lion's living roar!