Should one of your dreams
drift back to a moment
when your Lion lay down at your beside
purring and rippling with strength;
when you sighed,
as senoritas sometimes do,
and imagined the oasis as norm
-your summoned as routine;
wail now,
for the chains,
no longer awaiting
a second.
c. 2026 David William Brubeck All Rights Reserved
Note: the period after the betrayal, but before the demise.