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.