Snow Leopard

Lurking in the obsidian night,

Tracker of prey, Haunt-ere of souls,

He stalks the elk,

Hunches his shoulders; ready to strike.

Unexpectedly, he shoots like a bullet,

Pounces! Guns down his prey.

The beast is a master of night.

Bound together by:

Rivers of sinew, mountains of strength.

Travels at the speed of light,

Snatches, ravages its main course,

Licks his lips.

The beast is a master of might.

Now,

As the morning sun flashes into life,

He lurks once again,

On his iron clad balcony,

Raging war on iron poles,

Ferociously, snarling, scratching, slamming

But to no avail.

He is only a performing monkey,

To live he must dream,

Of once, he was a master of the night.