The Lion Poem by Jay Aguiniga

Death comes closer,
the zone comes to sight.
Eyes closed, visions are of home,
how lovely is thee.
His past, present,
and his bride to be.
nervous, not knowing what the
next few moments will bring
Folding arms, become a cross,
for he knows, this is the real thing.
Upon shield, The bird
glides too the fiery perch
This is not the hollow ground,
of any church.
Staring through the glare,
Many brothers of the horde.
Life takes a sigh,
Raises the blood worn sword.
Bravely they lurch,
into hells domain.
Swiftly they fight, as foretold
In the story of Abel and Cain.
To be a champion isn’t
his patrimony glory, Bravery is the reward.
Now he watches brothers fall,
one by one by the sword.
Moving gracefully,
His heart now that of ice.
Stumbling, the lion senses
The first slice.
He drops to his knees,
As one does at the altar to kneel and pray.
This is a wonderful day to die,
Angel Kings appear, so they may take him away
Opening his eyes one last time,
soul now unconstrained to roam.
Beyond the horizon, a Kingdom lies,
Finally the journey home.