a lion in a sandstorm--

granulated wind, the

blood-born scratch of

an empty belly.

the joint voices of lost

directions roar!

the sound of moment

homes in a forsaken

wilderness.

even and uneven dunes--

broken hourglass pelt

against his

imposing scowl.

as he tears through the

barren sides of scorned

pride--lain to exhaust the

king of him.

his fours may be downed,

and indefinitely stilled--

but the love that needed

fierce protection will never

be pried from his chest.