His Dark Shape (poem)

A flick of a tail,

Beckoning me to follow,

This dark ancient shape,

Down a path ablaze.

His eyes,

Blaring with the godly flames;

His fur,

Stained by serious sin.

Perhaps once he glowed,

And wandered through the rays,

Like an angel,

Bearing great innocence.

His past,

Known by none but he;

His future,

Known to all through reason.

Perhaps he is demon,

Stalking the innocent in darkness,

Like a dagger,

Dripping with child's blood.

His legs,

Are four, the mighty;

His ears,

Coned and pointed.

This is he,

My great guide,

The free black cat,

A master of flames.

He steps lightly,

With god-given grace,

And I follow,

As clumsy apprentice.

Know him now,

By his short fur;

Introduce yourself,

Address him as lion.

I am drawn away now,

By my old friend and master,

To the fate decreed for me:

A fire burning in darkness.

-Zero