Ballad of the Lion Queen
That stood before the mirror now.
new creation to be mastered…how?
Her mission now her flow to claim.
But fear in her head... it did remain.
Of who and why this boy did creep,
Disturbed her on a level deep.
What had she done, that silly pest,
Continued to disturb her rest.
For a time remained the same.
With torment whirling in her brain.
Each move was well considered, sick,
What did he want the stupid prick.
She packed her bags and of she went,
Just in time as heaven sent.
Distractions in her way were thrown.
She ran to them as dog to bone.
Through a winter dark and deep,
Some beady eyes one night did peep.
Inside the house a maid did rest.
Not knowing of this unsightly pest.
Leaving signs about the place,
With evil smirk upon his face.
He stole from her the strength within,
Destroying her to claim his win.
He took from her a healthy glow,
Which lead to life of graceful flow.
She lay now fearful in her bed,
Knew the man, tormented in his head.
Not realizing what had left her soul,
She struggled to regain control.
Of all her magic, wonder, bliss.
But puzzled still as who was this?
This gave to her, her powers stored.
Deep within, her lion roared.
And never will another take,
What he had, as she lay awake.
Protected now from wiser place.
With power, honor, sense of grace.
Tall she stands out on her road.
She has to thank that slimy toad.
His test it seems that she had passed,
And lesson learned although not fast.
She stronger now her flow reclaimed,
Bring it on she now proclaimed.
Dipped her feet back in the pond,
And of her now they grew fond.
In a soft and gentle breeze,
Renewed, secure and with such ease.
And in the end the tale undone.
But don’t forget she had some fun.
Those paths she skipped for times along
Shaped and owned her earthly song.
Her life from now forever changed.
No trust in flow, inside her pained.
Decisions made each turn she took.
Controlling life outside the book.
Not writing as she went along.
Not singing sweetly pretty song.
So unsure, frightened, insecure.
Where was the key which held the cure.
The torment did at last abide.
She now had strength back on her side.
Continued life as was before.
Lifted up from of the floor.
She spoke to those who may have been,
Creeping in the night unseen.
She closed that door, slammed it tight,
And did it all without a fight.