Aesop's Lion King
Now you're waking from the night
Blinded by aetherial light
All the tears have dried
You've no more left to cry
Wounded by the blade
Of a wrathful god's debt paid
You awoke to the harsh bright sun
And you're not the only one
Make known the oracle’s word
You were left stranded from the herd
A pack of lemmings lost
No one left to say the cost
All alone with no fear in your heart
You walk on slow to play your part
Left in a cosmos not your own
No one left but not alone
This fate made it your role
To find your long lost soul
Dreams of fire and gold
Cursed with no love and no way to grow old
With a final ember shining in your eyes
Ignite the fire and raise it to the skies
Forego your lust, hold virtue close
For when no one is left to read the blind, man's poems,
if none are left to watch it burn
Is it just a facade for which you yearn?