Original Torpor poem that I have revised, and tomorrow I will publish the first lines from the story with the same title (I will post the first chapter in several posts so as not to overload you with text in one hit).
Wolves unleashed by the darkened skies;
Like rapids they flow through the camp.
Stifled fires hide their hungry eyes
And the sheep fall, lost under the sleepy lamp.
Other lambs hide from the ravenous storm
And a lonely lion cub, raised by the flock,
Is uncertain that sacrifices are warm.
He wanted to fight, and not hide under a rock.
Surrounded by sheep, will the cub bleat or,
In time discover the truth and find his roar.