The King Of Creatures

Powerful, with strength in his eyes,
A beautiful image broken through iron.
The king of creatures cannot tell lies,
Too afraid, he flees into nocturne.

Longing for more,
No roaring because of anger,
Just to share his sadness for
His loneliness. Looking for anchor,

His cries cannot longer be heard.
Misunderstandings make him bleed,
Misunderstandings make him blurred.

Nearly immobile his eyes follow your feet.
All of his cries were in vain,
No hope was ever meant to remain.