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The Lion King Roars for Shannon Tavarez

The Broadway theater where "The Lion King" is playing dimmed its lights Tuesday night in honor of a fallen lion cub: An 11-year-old actress from the show who lost her battle with leukemia. (Read More)

The lion now roars, bellows his sorrow like a parent burying a child. Joy’s basin fills with a crimson grief as laughter breaks down the levees we built ahead of the storm. Her laughter, her unbridled youth, bends now in the light we seek and in the love we create. The Lion King hums, beasts honor her life with a knowledge all their own, a song of remembrance. Let us begin to sing and permit man to dream, let him bow toward hope and shepherd in a new breath upon the face of love.

© 2010 by mark prime

Shannon Tavarez, Broadway 'Lion King' Star, Dies Of Cancer At 11
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  1. BatocchioNovember 4, 2010 at 2:38 AM

    Nice piece for a sad story.

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  2. Mark PrimeNovember 4, 2010 at 1:00 PM

    Thank you, Batocchio. I didn't know much about Shannon, but her passing certainly spoke to my muse. Good to see you my friend.

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