Tale of the Tiger

Long live the crow that waits in wake of sunrise,
For my home gives him shelter from the white night,
Long live the lupine that waits at my door,
For the door shows the truth of his life and the outside, his death,
Long live the serpent that slithers down my arm,
For even he senses the evil outside and seeks shelter,

Their was once a tiger,
The tiger stood resilient outside,
Ready to face the blistering nights,
Unafraid of death and embraced his fate with open arms,
He too knew the evil outside but was unafraid to lie alone,
He shall return to the house of madness, longing to reclaim.