I shall roar

Those who abuse, who dare harm innocents

They learn their mistake, upon my wake;

For I am the protector of the weak.

My roar rare, reserved- deserved

For the evils who strike.

Predators hunt, they stalk and leer;

A bumbling bunny- a target of ease.

Or so it seems.

In darkness I prowl, I bide time until a strike can release me.

I watch, I judge, I hold my tongue,

My roar held close, prepared to burn.

Nothing withstands my beast, not once it's released.

My cries are small, heart on my sleeve,

but cross my path and soon you will see;

A bunny turns to a lion, in times of need.

A calm ferocity; A honed, hidden beast,

the lion shaded inside of me.

A bumbling bunny is what you see,

For my true form need not show, to be.

One more time.

One more predator.

I can take once more.

I say that every time- 'Just once more.'

One more roar and we'll be safe; One more fight until the end.

The end never comes. For there is no end to evil.

So there, too, is no end to my roars.

Whether you burn,

or whether you flee;

You'll soon learn,

You can't escape me.