Arroused curiousity

What could I see
Meant for only me
Which would provoke
A lion from slumber?

I seek and then peek
As I wave and then speak
With dagger in cloak
He calls my number

I know that he tries
To catch my surprise
And find me undone
On volition

This attempt makes me wise
As my sweat of fear dries
An obedient son
On a mission

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