AIÓN PANTHERA (by Stephanie Ray)
Mighty is the beast whose gait graces the path,
Powerful is his will.
Yet he places his trust
In one whom he does not know.
His muscles ripple with the color of Rome's war god,
His years the enemy of Hyperion,
But he turns his head away from these, for he knows who lays his path.
His eyes pallid as pearls, glorious in color,
Though never shall they gaze
Apon the one who keeps his feet safe from what lies below.
The mighty dragons follow in his footsteps,
Knowing the path just as well as he,
For they have walked along behind
Their path stretching six thousand
As far as the eye can see.
The beast does not know and cannot see,
But has faith in his destiny
That Whoever has laid this path,
Will lay it again.
Until the world will end.
His head is low in reverence,
His shoulders sloping like the great mountains
The mountains that have risen and descended
Before and behind,
And will.
But for how long?
Each step is an incredible event,
But its glory fades as soon as it started.
Then another one begins,
Its dying ghost left behind and forgotten.
Sixty steps make a journey,
And journeys make an exodus,
Towards the cliff, the ominous cliff,
Ending just beyond the beast.
Yet, the cliff seems to extend.
His paw lands, his claws hovering the thin air
Of the unknown below. But as soon
as he takes another step,
The ground is provided below his feet.
But for how long?
When will this end?
Someday soon the tiger's bond will be broken,
With the one who lays his path-
But another will begin,
When the scales leave the pearly glory,
And his future, his glorious future, though falling,
Falling to an unknown fate,
Is revealed to him.
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