Cuddle by your warm fireplace
within your walled cities says
the mighty lion
Build you vinyards lavish with
the fruit of the ground
Watch your children play in the
warm breeze of life's summer
Regale your minds with the threadbare
wisdom of times gone by
Let the starry night sky be your
blanket of love
Yet listen for the sound of the hunter
in the black stillness of night
If you catch his scent it may be
to late
If the watchman slumbers he will
breach your walls on the wings
of hell
Take heed and watch for the hour
for.. the Lion never sleeps**