Black Tears  
Poem by Sharako LunarWolf  
Art by Skia

His Fury’s Scorn lies underneath,  
Fur golden as the sun,  
Spotted as black as the night.  
Tear stains forever mark his fur,  
Reminders for all who look upon him,  
Of the years spent weeping in solitude.

His amber eyes burn with fire  
Remembering the stunning Sahara.  
Forced into a solitary servitude,  
His beauty on show for all  
The mighty has fallen  
From the grace of the wild

Loosing all freedom,  
To pace day in day out,  
Crying out like a bird  
Beauty is freedom  
With out freedom  
The earth dies

Lacking its rightful place  
In the great circle  
He stalks freedom like prey,  
One day he may succeed,  
Or wither away, on only mice.