Black Lion
Black Lion
The Black Lion
Mane like leaves
Blown by the nightly winds
Eyes glimmer
Like the stars
The hunt starts for him-tonight
A noble being
Chases the moon
Fades when the sun comes up
All whose heart
Has been darkened
Will see the being
Like the midnight sky
Wherever you are
Wherever he is
Whether it's night or day
Always there for you
A little poem
Dedicated to a good friend
That will test the Dutch cuisine
Coming Sunday-nya! (today is 7-19-2012~nya)
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