Myth #16: Celestial Lion

Oh cynicism,
this is no time for a baptism,
but if I was to be engulfed in flames,
that fire that burns,
it would not be tame.

That's the last I remember,
the scene of dust,
that was September.

But a month has passed,
and I missed time,
somewhere along the lines,
I should have asked.

But instead a copycat killer stole me,
took me for a drive,
and wrote out my Myths & Legends--
bastardized.

Dare that person come forward,
or is he lost,
come on then,
let's honor the Host.

I am Roman, Roman I am,
I am a Lion, not a Lamb.

But the true ferocity comes from the core,
the mane is golden,
listen to the lore.

The Celestial Lion,
pure at heart,
nothing but good intentions,
that's just the start.

Always a Protector,
that's been the role,
but to the Host,
staying whole--
that was the goal.

Proud and strong,
he tries to never cause wrong,
only to watch over the others,
after all we're all brothers.

But something has happened,
that is true,
his stare so lonely,
almost blue.

Not allowed to visit him,
that's the rule.

But we all know that without him,
we're nothing,
so he'll come back to his old self,
I know.

He's coming.

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