With careful gait, I enter —

A great hall, banner strewn —

A Kingly Lion

counts His coins

with frenzied glare,

in royal chair

He sees me

And I, He

The rising fear inside me swells

Red He sees, greed He smells,

and fast He charges towards me

like prey, like game

My icy blood, my frigid stance…

they both ensnare me.

He tears, He mauls,

He bites, He claws

with unchecked rage

with misused might

He murders me (another night)