The Lion King

What has made

this lioness of

the high stars

above-

queen of the

great safari -

cower on

rough,

quaking knees,

before her

mighty throne?

I blame his

brown,

dripping

eyes

that could

so easily

****** away

her roar,

And the

silken sweet way

he plays his

magic flute

as if to

charm

the great

Black Mamba.

He jests

with a heart

so full and

merry,

So light

upon his feet,

I'm to my own,

before I know it,

My heart beating

to his beat.

He's found a power

more mighty

than pride,

more great

than power

itself,

I am on my feet

and to my knees,

Bless Me.

And, You -

For allowing me

favour.

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