Tears?, you said, slightly confused.
I know not the sorrows you speak of.
I know not these tears.
Perhaps you were torn apart
because you were not lion enough
for a land that asks for tigers,
and tigers, and tigers, and tigers.
Lion starts from young,
lion lying under the sun,
lion, lying every day, lying in every way
that you are tiger enough
for a place and people
terrified of what they might become
when the new moon
is finally full.
Lucked out, didn't you, lion silly boy,
that all you became
was you?
Lucked out, didn't you, lion city fool?
Little do they know, you whisper to yourself as you saunter across the fields beneath the sun,
patchwork mane finally catching the wind,
little did they know tears could taste so sweet;
little did they know tearing apart
could feel so whole.
Now let them stroke the ways
your skin has been mended,
and let their shadows dance through the threads
that keep your heart aflame.
Flicker through the Records,
learn the colours you will keep to yourself,
only for those you believe
are ready for the stained, shattered glass
of God's radiant eyes.
Tiger burnt and immolated bright
in the daysprung agonies of night
Remember the brightest shadow
cast deeper and longer and stronger
each and every time they look in the mirror
and dash you to pieces in their fear
that the looking glass only looks to kill.
Kill them instead
with the fire that knows no fear
borne from all your deaths
in the fear that knows no fire.
Die and die and die, Daimonos;
death is your sweet sanctuary,
Carl's first and last gift to you.
Fortress of gardens, crouch above it all,
hidden safely in the undergrief;
revive your phoenixes, catch your little devilfish,
teach your otters to swim in the Great River,
as you await the Luckiest of them all to return.
Then, and only then,
when They are enfolded in your arms again,
then, and only then, little liar-dancer,
give the tigers back their lies
and let the homecoming begin
let your threads fall away
let your colours roar
let your pride unfold.
He answered and said,
Lo, I see four men loose,
walking in the midst of the fire,
and they have no hurt;
and the form of the fourth
is like the Son of God.Daniel 3:25 KJV