The Lion Tamer

Lost among the change
Sleeping vestiges remain
The same in all but name
A stone town, scored and scarred by rain

Encircled by the hills
Like wild things, gathered for the kill
And in the streets below
The half-light chasing shapes in snow

Behind the huddled homes
A man lies, his face as white as bone
Among the dirt and stones
A man dies, frozen and alone

Lost among the change
Snow flecked vestiges remain
Gone in all but name
A spent frame for nature to reclaim



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