A Black Eclipse

Once there was a lion.
A cub to be precise
Whom roared a withered cry.
This lion cub in winter
hid amongst the snow.

One day the winter's appetite grew
And consumed the lion whole.

A freezing day
It is today.
No eagles hope to soar.
A drop of rain will come in vain,
And leave your foreheads sore.

No summer will rise again.
Of this I can be sure.
So long as lions weep
And eagles sleep
Beneath the eclipsed shore.

A darkness falls upon us.
The degree of which unknown.
From this I heed a warning
That the cub did so abhor.

Hide under a mattress
Deep within your home.
For when the black eclipse passes
You will not be alone.

Once there was a kingdom..
Once there was an empire..
Once.