Henrik Berg

Rookie - 35 Points (October 1990 / Sweden)

Panthera Leo - Poem by Henrik Berg

A setting, cool dusk
Yet no sight of the moon,
And no way to foresee
What was yet to come - soon

Our meeting was breif
Not a sound nor a soul,
And I could tell from her gaze
-It was her in controll
The sun slowly setting
And the water was still
But I, oh so shivering
Both of fear, and of chill.

As I took a step,
She observed, she took in
Not to close, it could kill me
Thought I, unable to win.
But I dared a bit closer,
For I couldn't resist.
Was I grasping a dream
That could never exist?

For, the lion before me,
Such a creature of grace,
Just as quick as it came,
Was gone, without trace.
So there I was standing,
There was nothing to say,
I was lucky still breathing.
But her inprint would stay.

And now I confess;
(The one thing left undone)
My sweet lioness,
You were second to none.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, September 10, 2012

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