They are passion, they are
the future and they lie still
when they must, they lie
in wait, not to satiate their
appetite but to destroy it.

Waiting until they see it as
their turn, their time.
Lionesses formidable moving
with power sleek toward a future,
a kill, a pride of coordinated capability.

Woe is the world who so
believe it is the old lion who
rules and leads, for he is
given honor, only so long as
he may serve their needs.

He roars and makes noise,
but is nothing without them.
In his stone heart, he knows, a lioness
will one day lead, and with her sisters
they will crush their hunger with a
ferociousness never before seen.