The lion prowled, padded paws whispering on the grass
His mane soft, his claws glinting
No one messes with the king.
The lion kept guard, watching over his domain
From the fields to the edge of the cliffs
He had control over everything.
The lion was proud, always protecting his pride
Always demanding reverence
My heart was nothing more than his plaything.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Day 11 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem in which you closely describe a person or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.
*squints at poem* I think I interpreted the prompt correctly?