The Lion
As the light pierces through the morning sky, the Lion standing on a
cliff looks out over creation, the birds overhead fly. A light breeze blows
through His mane, the elegant look of a regal Lion whose demeanor isn't tame.
Out among those He rules and presides, a mother's cry is heard where the snakes
have arrived. They've bitten her children and eaten a few, they've caused an
alarming panic as they've started a coupe.
The pleas of His subjects can be heard far and wide, calls for help,
for vengeance and even some to deride. With a loud blast of a Roar their final
warning was given, to leave the land they've wrecked with their poison and
who's lives had been stricken. Moved with compassion, He looks to His Pride, a
call for war has been given as they move in stride.
In their den they heard the sound, the roar was so loud it shook the
very ground. Looking to their leader for moral support, he just smiled and
laughed with some clever retort. We have poisoned their blood and destroyed
some lives; we'll do the same to this Lion and all of His Pride. Should He try
to come in this den thinking He's the ruler of this land, we'll strike Him and
bite Him and reroute His Band. The snakes all agreed but deep down they all
knew, there was no way to fight them, and their fear only grew.
The Lion arrived arrayed with His Pride, to the entrance of the den
where those snakes reside. They slithered and hissed and cursed their foe, but
the Lion had had enough as he introduced them to deaths throes. He pawed in the
den and pulled the snakes out, biting and slashing and ripping them throughout.
There was no way of escape and no place to hide, they had not heeded the
warning to leave and were condemned to die. The smell of desolation and victory
filled the air, scaley bits and pieces thrown around with some blood still
mingled in their hair.
Unscathed and unhurt the Lion and His Pride headed home; the enemy has
been defeated allowing everyone to freely roam. With raucous applause everyone
bows their knee, singing VICTORY!, VICTORY! we have finally been made free. You
are worthy O King to receive glory and honor, dominion, and power both for now
and forever. And with evil defeated righteousness is restored to the land, no
more snakes will be slithering around trying to bite them as they planned. And
as the day ends the Pride and their King give a victorious Roar, as His subjects
will forever continue to let their praises of Him soar.
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