Lion
Basking...

Behind gilded bars
Freedom is relative...

The arguments have ceased.
He has gone...

I have heard of this splendid room
Full of ancient hopes and dreams...

...a spiders web
words spun together...

I am the
Puddle Monster...

There are no shiny medals
For these soldiers brave and true...

Bright water droplet
Slowly slides against cool glass...

Slippers
Once fluffy, new...

Isn't it funny to call me names?
Matchstick. Anorexic toothpick. Drainpipe...

Silently anticipating a meal
Softly creeping...

Sensuous sparkling celestial body
Transcending time and space...