Sojurn from the mellow days,
the lips parted and wishing to say,
A lost sage I emulate,
My true character he extenuates,
Ostentatious, pretentious, and above a grade,
whose brusque and brazen demeanor abdicate,
The Alluring Prince who assuaged,
The sickness that turned you grey,
Be warned a demon that hides away,
Ubiquitous with every word of dismay
The tribulation of situations might capitualate
A deletorious demegogue it emulates,
Though I hope a fortuitous ray,
That extinguishes the dark soul and renovates,
But not soon are those days I am afraid,
Causing the fragile angel to be scared away.
The Lion's Poems 