The Mountain Lion

Poem about Ralph from Golding's Lord of the Flies

Now he is the light,

Leading the boys

Away from fright.

All was fine. Until the noise.

The looming fear of something big

But could it really be a monster?

Or was it more than just the beast

For them it had come to feast?

The society he had to command

Refusing to listen, tested him

Until the boy finally took a stand.

It seemed the light had started to dim.

Though his fair hair is his crown,

Though the conch is his sceptre,

One enemy remained for the king to spear.

The darkness that loomed on the island so near.

His words were empty sentences.

His rules thrown into the same void.

Gone was the boy that lead.

Something new had been born instead.

A mountain lion, on guard to prance,

was finished with this childish dance.