Leo
I am chained in a cage. Exposed and vulnerable like a nerve.
But the joke is on them.
I may be trapped, but I'm not a captive.
The fire in me would make Hades run for the hills.
My eyes more piercing than the sword of Troy.
They put a lion in a cage made of sticks.
The sheep, holding the predator captive.
I laugh.
I am Leo. I am the Lion. Born under the intense heat of the summer sun. I am strength, fire and war.
I am Power.
The blood in me boils hot as the tempers of aztecian warriors.
Just let them try to hold me.
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