The Creature Within

Every lion must lie below the grasses
The perch must lurk until the little fish passes
Ragged teeth are cloaked by gums
Like the camouflage print on a hunting gun
 
Below the surface resides the truth
Though the sheep coat may fool those in their youth
At every masquerade masks are unveiled
The intended security of the shield always ends up failed
 
I surrender, I am not the wolf in sheep's clothes
Though more of a pig who hides behind a bull's nose
There are no sharp crystals beneath my stone
No fierce bravery whittles my bones
 
I am fearful like isolated prey
The mouse the cat kept alive to play
Dread hardens and armors like cement in a mold
And just like cement it makes me cold
 
I am a fallen robin with a rooster's strut
Left deep in the depths of the darkest rut
Growling at intruders like a lion in it's den
Still at night I pray for rescue and say my amen
 

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