Sitting on indescision. I glance over at my left and I see the Lion. He stares off into the distance not back at me, not at all.  He has nothing much to say other than the words, "I know already.. I always know." I don't ask for an explanation only a sign of distress,.. he gives none. It is on this breath I rest.


Resting on a faint note of bliss, I look over at the viking. He stares off into the distance but I notice his hand is in my hand. He has nothing much to say other than, " I know, I will always know." I look for a sign of anxiety, he gives none. It is on this realization I awake.

The Lion is my keeper, the one who I keep to.

The viking is my fighter, the one I fight for to.

The Lion has a roar you see inside his eyes, they can scare off the most dangerous and even my own soul.

The viking has a sword he keeps always at his side, the sword can slay the most dangerous, but never my own soul.