She lies hidden
In tall grass
Great sienna oceans
Sway in the breeze
The lioness
Stalks in shadows
She sees my passion
Her hair catches the wind
Ivory Black,
Burnt like bone
Dark as coal
Her body is Smooth
Like skin
Hot, wet and white
Against the night
Warm Savannah rains,
Lightning in distant thunder
Purple mists clings to twilight
Obscuring our presence
Hiding our intent
Carving our souls,
With a killer’s touch
Claiming us free and innocent
For we are Wild,
Like the clouds that rage
Inside a painter’s brush
Or an artist’s palette
Collecting the night
With all its splendor
Random strokes
Laid out as a tapestry
For all to see
For all to fear
Yes, we see you
We see in the dark
We have your scent
We smell your blood
And together we hunt,
And together we kill
And together we feed
This heart of the lion.
