Fourth in a series called “Under the Gray Rainbow”, Oz characters in depth. This is the Lion.
Want twisted his churnings guts
As he watched frost crying for sunrise
The need to rend and rive blinded him
To everything but the risk.
He stepped closer,
About to approach her,
Yet dread held him tighter than chains.
The dog – a tiny scrap, merely a mouthful –
Overcame him by raising a single eye.
Death held no disquietude
But travail, capture, torment and the cage
Crushed him
Held him quaking,
Yellow salt running through his veins.
He has tasted the meat that is his royal due
Knew the thrill of fight and fury
In his mind he held her down, sundering
Rip slash
Tearing
Blood and sinew
So delicious.
His mind took flight from the moment
When a victim’s fear -
Once so tantalizing -
Became his own,
So indissoluble.
Was it wizardry? It matters not.
For now, it is all he knows.
He seeks the magic to end his qualms
Yet is afraid of what is its opposite -
Conformity.
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