THE LION'S YEAR

A year of roar, a golden blaze, where sun-drenched plains ignite my days. No timid squeak, no shadowed fear, but kingly stride and piercing spear.

Let thunder shake the savanna's floor, let every creature know my power's core. One mighty leap, one savage grace, a legend etched upon this place.

No gentle nibble, no cautious tread, but a crimson feast where fear has fled. A burning mane, a hunter's eye, beneath the vast and endless sky.

Then let the darkness claim its due, my fleeting reign, forever true. For in that year, I lived so vast, a lion's heart, till shadows cast.

GILDED SOLITUDE

A gilded cage, another year, the phantom echoes, none draw near. Champagne's sharp scent, a hollow grace, reflects the lines upon my face.

Silk ribbons bind a frosted cake, each candle's flame, a heart's cold ache. The whispered songs, a phantom choir, ignite a soul's internal fire.

A tapestry of moments past, where joy and laughter could not last. The gilded cards, a cruel facade, concealing where true warmth has flawed.

The crystal glass, a lonely gleam, a silent toast, a broken dream. The velvet drapes, a somber hue, where solitude's dark shadows grew.

A whispered wish, a silent plea, for company, just once, for me. The night descends, a starless void, where birthday's hollow joy's destroyed.