The sleeping lion reigned as king till the day,

When the hunter would take it as his prey,

Upon the lion he had aimed,

On the lion who had been blamed,

For the deaths of children in the night,

Who couldn’t detect his movement slight,

The lion who till that night was king,

When his life would be taken by stone and sling,

He opens one innocent eye,

One movement before he will die,

And as if daring the hunter on,

He filled the jungle with his song,

A roar filled with pain,

Anyone’s ears it would strain,

He turned around to face his fate,

As if knocking on heaven’s gate,

‘I the prey and you the hunter,

My claws could not be much blunter�?

The man felt a sudden stab of guilt,

He put down his sling and metal quilt,

And fought the beast by hand and found,

His opponent had stood his ground,

He grabbed the lion by the throat,

And made it play a soft choked note,

Justice had been served,

The lion got what he deserved,

The lion was the king no more,

Never again …they’d hear his roar.

by: CHRISTIAN

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