[ The Lion ] Poem by Garathe Den

They've called me the lion
Ever since my birth
The world in amazement
The eyes that all observe
Want to hear my strength of voice
Lion gonna purr
Until I bite your head off
Consider dinner served

King of the jungle
Prowler of the plains
Gazelle like inspirations
And I'm feasting through the day
Blood all over my face
Look at the parade
Pride, a pack of lyrics
What hyenas gonna say

Sitting in the sun
Basking in the light
Heat upon my face
Ready for a fight
Saving all my strength
Saving all my might
Gonna crush your bones
With these jaws of life

Ladies all around me
Ready for the kill
Gonna take a shower
In the blood they spill
Going to devour
It's the power of the will
Then we'll play in the display
To capitalize the thrill

Everything I see
Everything I own
Wherever I sit
I'm calling it my throne
Power in the presence
Yeah, I can't be overthrown
Starting to get hungry
And I do not eat alone

Better be silent
Better be discrete
Better watch your step
Where you place your feet
Don't draw our attention
A mistake you won't repeat
I'm sure you have a life
But it will serve just well as meat

Wherever I roam
No one's gonna stop me
Don't get in my way
Or I'll give you an autopsy
Mane so full
Never looking sloppy
The feminine know
Cannot get them off me

King of the jungle
Greatest carnivore
Mighty in all efforts
You know I'm gonna roar
People all around me
Amaze and adore
Knowing I'm majestic
And always wanting more

© HeartOfBabel