LIONS DEN

Will I ever be the hero that I was sent to be
I sit on the mountain, looking down, not making a single sound. Strangeness covers me like the clouds cover the sky. I ask myself, who is meant to be saved and why? What do the gods see that I do not

I'm shivering from the cold because I lost my way, but now I am in the lions' den because I'm meant to roam with them from the beginning to the end.

They tried to break me and hang me on a cross, thinking I wouldn't get lost, but in the night's skies, I was there hanging high. Here, I sit in the lion's den, looking outside to see my shadow of light.