Retribution

Daily poetry

A lion stirs as the poison wears off,
and a million gnats claw at its flesh.
His eye shoots wide open as the sounds of thunder echo through his domain –
his tribe is furious.

Betrayal and usurpation,
the blade of Brutus shielded by Christ.  
The hyenas cower as he rises and claims his birthright.
Nothing else remains of his falling kingdom, except the cries for justice.

Nothing can stop what is coming.

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