<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lionized</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night dawned beneath<br>the searing diadems <br>sprawled on the floors<br>without a king or a queen<br>like a roarless lion<br>prancing on a tawny field<br>without any manifestation -<br>a gilded mass of a shadow<br>capitulated from its vigor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light spangling faintly<br>upon the sweating glass<br>the pendulum crashed<br>with the moon on her boudoir<br>clad by gargoyle clouds<br>we possess the darkness<br>cloyed by our eyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We took ferocity for granted<br>whuthering from the ascent<br>the soldering amber sent -<br>A babel of roars marauding<br>the forlorn passages to the<br>gaping chamber of frailty<br>like a folded letter sweating<br>in gasoline we await<br>to be torched before them: <br>a terse plea to be saved<br>in the resonance of the pangs<br>of a miserable wound's cry<br>cussing with a threat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this clandestine stupor<br>I found the enigma of the trees; <br>their interpolations caught<br>in the equinox of time <br>while the whimsy downpour<br>beats our jellyfish backs <br>like storm-troubled wings<br>heralding ludicrous tidings<br>and before the jeopardy<br>cicatrize in the garrisons<br>we called for seraphic pardons<br>and their vanguard hailed<br>like blood lusting lances<br>turbidly awakening the lions<br>asleep under their cages</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Insinuated from the mayhem<br>a searing sputter broke<br>like a child's innocuous laugh<br>tearing the madhouses<br>and the farcical torment<br>The crest of the smoke<br>assuaged the distraught<br>clogging the facial veins<br>unbeknownst to the shattering<br>before numbness and<br>naivety was the same<br>under the parsimony<br>of truth and humility</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pawned for the rectification<br>this panacea held<br>like stars in the firmament<br>I wished for the chandelier<br>to break and fall<br>and in the stupor<br>I broke for everything<br>broken and sleeping<br>under the sepulchral<br>in a forlorn furlough<br>perhaps, for never more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the way<br>of the lions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471367" data-title="Lionized de Norman Santos" data-description="The night dawned beneath the searing diadems sprawled on the floors without a king or a queen like a roarless lion prancing on a tawny field without any manifestation - a gilded mass of a shadow capitulated from its vigor The light spangling fai..."></div> </div> </div>

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