The Lion

isolation burning the soles of my feet 
the sting of the desert sun
upon my raw bloodied skin 
Clawing across the jungle of my kingdom
battle scars and mirages
auburn dreams
ignite like a sandstorm of flames roaring past blame
defeating doubt, capturing courage 
dehydrated wind purring through the lingering lush
morning sun is a valley of hush
deep down in the belly of the beast 
sun may set in the west 
but a warrior is born in the east 
for I have a will made of iron 
listen closely 
To the lion