Poem 0001 - And now, night gathers

They have called my name in secret rooms
Where the men wear red and speak incantations.
They have seen my destiny in pots
And now, they want to make it stop.

The sons of men are intimidated
As much as they are amazed.
They know that if I am left untamed,
I will be beyond reach.

So night gathers as they plot their mischief
Plucked feathers from the fowl's skin
And something speaks to me -
That I should be wary of these men

And now, night gathers
But why bother?
For the Lion doesn’t concern himself
With the opinion of the sheep.