Nature's Throne

A lone prowler in the night,

knows no fear.

For fear is his world,

and darkness his life.

The lion is named king,

for who is more courageous?

None stand taller,

when the sun is shining.

Times are grim and hard,

when snow falls on and on.

A beast who revels in the ice,

is the only lord here.

What will the lion do,

when he empties his treasure den?

So many rich desires,

he’d sell his golden mane for.

In the frozen truth,

the grey-back rules.

Passion is the key to power,

love of the hunt and not the reward.

How can the lion rule,

when he’s so godless and vane?

He worships himself,

and his kingdom is his enemy.

In the land of ice,

the lord worships the kill.

His enemy gives him strength,

and strength is all he needs.

How gains the lion the upper-hand,

when his foes can see his gleaming coat,

from so far away?

His battle cannot be won.

In the shadows is a predator,

unseen and ready to strike.

The foolish king has faltered, 

and the wolf will soon take the throne.