Footsteps of the Tiger
The Relationship between hunter and prey
The tears of the tiger
trapped in this snare of man,
fades into an ancient kingdom
where silent footsteps once reigned.
To feel his breath upon your neck
is to know that death has come.
His lick will taste your soul
and jaws will steal your flesh.
His honour will take your sacrifice
and your fears will die with you.
But should his wits fail,
to my ambitions,
then he will know
that I am top predator.
Oh beautiful creature
whose grace was born to kill?
Your Hyde is but a bauble to me.
When I have forgotten this day
moths will feast on your memory,
these glass eyes that I give to you
will see this mausoleum
that I have created,
for death has always been my work.
Yet when I see the tears of noble beast
defeated by a cruel world,
one feels his tears run down my soul
and something is lost to me.
Your eyes that once stalked this life
celebrating discovery of prey,
hide tears of a changing world
your destiny is to talk in silence.
Though your roar now falls silent
you were always heard in my heart.
The message consumes this hunter with guilt
but no one will hear,
except the tiger and me.
Being human I wish to be a tiger
for in life he was a great king
and only time can make him a pauper.
His magnificence is his downfall
but in death he was always
a noble being.
I was the darkness
that tried to touch his light
But I am not worthy,
I am the pauper who destroyed a king.
And now the future
belongs to paupers
who will never see,
a World that was once filled
with such noble things.
For all that remains,
are the shadows of me?
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