The Lion.
- Eamonn Larsen
- Mar 28, 2023
- 1 min read
Last night I had a dream.
I saw a Lion with a mane of black fire.
Its body was cracked charcoal and molten lava.
Each eye held a universe of stars within them.
Every step it took the Earth burned to ash.
The prints it left became flowering gardens.
I watched as it approached a pool of shimmering, crystal water.
It opened its mouth and breathed a stream of the dark fire.
The clear liquid turned to glass.
The beast pressed one paw onto the surface and shattered it.
The pieces vanished.
Leaving nothing but an empty hole in the ground.
The Lion with a mane of black fire turned to me.
Its starry eyes staring deep into mine.
As I gazed, it showed me visions of worlds without end.
Time lost all meaning as I watched the creation and destruction of innumerable suns.
Eternity seemed to pass as I drank from the streams of far distant planets.
I dipped my hands into glorious nebula's of brand new stars.
Side by side I strode with the lion across the cosmos.
The Lion with a mane of black fire stopped and stared out at the universe before us.
My eyes followed his and together we sat and watched the symphony of life.
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