Celebrating the Lions Roar.
Stealth has gone from here,
the lions roar cannot ignore,
a taste of blood, the kill,
a feast of what lies still.
Crouching in the shadows,
fought another day alone,
gathered to a pride or fall,
has summoned courage, mighty tall.
Leaders brought to find their pride,
none shall test another's hide,
golden riches brought and sold,
doing bidding of those so bold.
Killing leaves a bitter taste,
life undone and gone to waste,
scent will lead to drawing near,
the lions roar we raise our cheer...
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