The groan in the dark
A moan heard for miles.
A king makes his mark
Staking claim to the wild.
The lord of the land
He has earned the right.
He made a demand
To stand up and fight.
Full grown is his mane
With gray for wisdom.
He’s seen many days
This plain’s his kingdom.
The guard of the pride
Protecting the weak.
By him they abide
For guidance they seek.
On the evenings watch
He can hear a laugh.
In the dark he spots
The oncoming wrath.
He sounds the alarm
For all to retreat.
On its way is harm
If he meets defeat.
To ravage they come
To scavenge and rape.
The pride turns to run
In hopes to escape.
He roars at the horde
Its one against all.5
With claws of a sword
The Hyenas fall.5
But they circle around
From every angle.
He goes to the ground
And his neck is strangled.
The flesh it is peeled
The jokers have won.
They feast the meal
and watch does his son.
He sees the sacrifice
What it means to lead.
To give up your life
For the pride is a deed.
At times you must bleed
To overthrow foes.
To protect the seeds
You fought hard to grow.
Remember the call
Of the Alpha male.
To death he would fall
Before he would fail.