Why?
Night-dark pupils in eyes of gold
increasing in a wave of fear…
Strange noises, exiting voices,
Feeling so dangerously near…
Wondering what he’s done wrong,
hoping they would finally disappear.
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Gold-black stripes, like symmetric suns
soft and slowly going under…
disbelief, pain and the sound of guns,
as loud as the thunder…
A flash of fire, dazzling red…
melting blood, warm, still breathing, but yet
with the sweet smell of death…
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Now the unbearable pain is fading…
his mouth opens in a loudness scream…
The moon turns to black, silence in his ears
It all seems like a frightened dream…
And in the warm blanket of the night,
from this world the last tiger disappears…
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Mystica