The Lion's Book: A Poetry Collection

Quite Simply Stated

What bones withstand your gravity must ache from all around,

For hollow are the structures that keep you upon the ground.

The bounce within your lively step must surely hide a limp,

For those with guilt as much as you do always have a gimp.

The twinkle in your shadowed eyes must defend against the tears,

For one who's caused a grief like mine has many gruesome fears.

To me, you are despicable, like mice to humankind,

You are below society,

A scum that's hard to find.

But go on as you wish to be, for even rats deserve to live,

Just remember when I say that you I simply can't forgive.

A/N: Ooooh, this was fun to write!