Lions don’t get eaten
But poisonous snakes can still kill them.
Their sharp tongues slash deeper wounds than teeth.
Their bite inflicting pain in the darkest corners of their soul.
And the mountain of power and agility grumbles.
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Hot sand scorching his nostrils.
Sun glare through thick eye lashes.
His mouth as dry as the dessert.
His tongue grates like sand on soft skin.
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A vision of Sekhmet appeared in the flares of heat.
Hovering over the burning sand before she sets her powerful feet,
gracefully into the smoldering grains. A sun crowning the warrioress’ head.
‘My son. I won’t see you defeated.’
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‘I bestow you the powers of a hunter.’
‘I bestow you the powers of a warrior.’
‘I bestow you the powers of love.’
‘I bestow you the powers of healing.’

‘Rise!’

Tired the lion rose from his poisonous slumber.
Dazed by light and heat, he pushed himself up.
The fur between his toes came into focus.
He rose his head and shook his mane.
Fine dust made him sneeze.

Now where was that snake?