Pink Plastic House

In his final will he left me 
a pink plastic house riddled with holes 
where hurricanes drown the fiercest souls 
where fiery hearts die on smoldering coals 
where the bravest kings must lose control 
 
Followed the footsteps of a dead man walking 
Watched the caged lion forget how to roar 
Now I guard the key of his menagerie 
and defend this frail home in my late brother’s war