Submissions by Romar

Once
   you told me about the lions,
Whether it was fable or truth.
No one there
     could bid them haughty defiance
For they brought not charges but ruth.

Pair of them
     descended down from the mound,
     with diadems they were crowned
and seemed like heavenly beasts.
Broken stem
     had bloomed afresh and the sound,
     pierced all the foliage around,
had all the whispers released.

But
     one
           who comes in wake of the morrow
           has the horns entwined by...