There, he hid alone,
In the dark, bleak, cold.
Seeking some warmth,
His arms were fold.

Dust and blood,
The scent of rain.
The terrible screams,
Made him feel pain.

He couldn’t see,
It was so dark.
But, within the darkness,
His blue eyes spark.

He breathed, for air,
He lost his leg.
He closed his eyes,
“Take me home” He’d beg.

In the long, cruel nights,
In the dark, full moon.
He would only remember,
The warm sun of june.

He had his share,
Of death, and blood.
His wet, ripped boots,
Were stuck, in the mud.

“No more pain,
No more death”.
He whispered to himself,
Struggling, for his breath.

As bodies piled,
He just felt broken.
A gasp, escaped him,
For their eyes, were wide open.

A smile, formed, slowly,
At the dark figure, before his eye.
And he knew, at once,
That he was going to die.

Was it death?,
That, he did not know.
He only knew,
That it wasn’t his foe.

The dark figure approached,
And whispered, in his ear.
“Don’t worry, Soldier,
It all ends here”.

“No more pain,
No more death”.
He said, with a smile,
As he drew, his last breath.

" A lion within me is lying strong,
Wearing a mantle of blood and gold.
I stand with pride, my shadow long,
Longer than me, than you, and bold.
You question my courage, my name and pride,
You doubt my power, and the cheer I bring.
my dearest friend, you must step aside,
the lion is here, long live the king.
When the sky is dark, and the light is dim,
In the deepest forests, a lion shall roar.
This is not a dream, nor a mere whim,
I am a king, This is a vow I swore.
You must step aside, as I am passing by,
In the city of blood, red and gold.
My friends shall cheer, and foes shall cry,
As I sit on my throne, powerful and bold.
In the house of the powerful, courageous and brave,
Fear not my friend, you are not alone.
Fear no foe, no death and no grave,
As long as the lion is seated upon the throne. "