1. Between glances and hearts,

    war’s fire is never quenched.

  2. And there the lion of the jungle fears—

    —the deadly pounce of the cherished fawn.

  3. And I am wounded by the glance of one

    whom you meet, his form stained red.

  4. He hides my blood—yet seldom

    are a culprit’s telltale signs concealed.

Sol 5.6