The poem reads:
Into the mouths of Lions we rush in our haste.
...Forgetting one Love. A love that's chased.
....It is our fears that we must face.
In the dawning of each day in this forgotten place.
...Where time stands still and we've lost our grace.
Until we remember Love. A Love that's Chaste.
(note: the different spelling of (phonetically similar) chased in line two and chaste in the last line is intentional as a play on the meanings :) )
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