Tiger With A Lion's Heart Poem by Butch Decatoria

The Tiger with a Lion's heart roams his lands and jungle, dark.
Alone to rule, a mighty king, with journey's yearning he then embarks
In search of something unbeknownst to solitary Feline Kings,
Save for The Lion, who reigns with his pride & clowder of offsprings.

The Tiger with that kind of heart, learning of such things like familial love,
So new a concept, so alien as fires of men unseeing in the dark,
A heart of a dire beast inside, emblazoning like the day bright star.
To be so lonely a king without knowing progeny or if it's him they'll love.

He makes up his mind, shapes his wants and needs into a list,
Like stalking prey, each step toward a pride, he plans for this
First of course he must roam to find, the queen to his king, his female side
Who'll bare him heirs and never will fear him, never run away to hide…

The Tiger with Lions heart without noticing how far his strides
Leaves his jungle, in the scorching desert sun then dies with his dream and his pride….

(A king without a kingdom, dies like the peasants. Reign over your feelings, rule over your heart.)