And Lions Follow Poem by Bryan Sefton

Once there was the raging dawn
And the happy day that followed on
Trembled with melodious bells
Through the living day the laughter swelled
Now the day is dead, the laughter hollow
And lions follow

The forked lightening rent the sky
And added to the zest of life
The thunder clap that crushed the quiet
And following deluge added spice
Now mere rumblings from the shadow
Mean lions follow

This timid heart that beats with stammer
Once gave out like a blacksmiths hammer
And the challenge sent with Wagnerian might
Now scarce disturbs the quiet of night
For fear of hearing in a distant bellow
Lions follow