Leōn

the zephyr blew

shrill and twirl

caressed his fur

up on a hill

gaze sharpened

wings spread

into the air

he soared

at the foreign sky

he roared

sparked a fire

wherever he flew

over hollow life

he triumphed

painted the blank

with his flame

high up above

to the down below

thus, another hill

be tamed

dreary meadows

now all aglow

swaying grass whispered

broke his sweet reverie

once more

he roared

as his wings spread

he uplifted his holy head

away he flew

catch’d the twilight hue

to the south

he returned

where all southern stars

sparkled brighter

there, he gazed

drown in the sea of thoughts

the winged lion bowed

longing for some rest

under starry sky

he found divine peace

there, he rested

till his golden fur turned all white

the zephyr blew

shrill and twirl

caressed his fur

up on a hill

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....for fabien