The Lion’s Den


I dream a misty blue

Around the crevices of my



Your candor does not exceed

Any relic the past offered me;

Nor does it offer comfort in

Times of duress.


All the winds blow against

My cold flesh.


I recall your lion’s den

Surrounding me with stale


For there in your mystic

Eyes lurks a fierceness

I cannot explain.

Your aura is a dark purple.

No light can break through.


If only a song could turn

The page, and lead me

Back to myself.


© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2017


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