The Lion Warrior King

He wears his scars on the inside,

yet soul is gently unaffected. 

He still holds his arms open wide, 

you wouldn't think he has been neglected.

His life has been less than a smile,

but his strength remains unaltered.

And in moments of happiness for a while, 

You'd never guess he could falter. 

His warmth sheds light in a dark place, 

the true kindness of a man so torn. 

He doesn't wear anger upon his face,

Not since the day he was born. 

He holds a graceful manner each day, 

an unwavering need to change this life.

Though some may push him away, 

He still abstains from causing strife. 

His heart is filled with love to give,

even though none was given to him well.

He chooses to care, and to live, 

And steers away from the pits of hell.

He is what I call a true warrior king, 

he deserves nothing less than a calm soul.

His Lioness queen will be just the thing,

She will never let him lose control.