The burning lion rises to conquer thee
Hail the chosen one! For those who defy
shall face the searing claws of agony
Her lion’s dance scorches through the battle cry
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Piercing through fire, war is her battleground
Not even Death shall be worshiped by her
Slithering through without a single sound
blood splatters delicately on her fur
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Never tamed, her subjects lie down in fear
The sanguinary throne waits for her roar
The blazing sun engulfs the crimson tear
Her kingdom faces a new dawn of war
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Chipped fangs dare to grace her authority
Their craving for pow’r grumbles eerily
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Way to represent power in such elegance! Your Shakespearean sonnet is so well written. Your words make people shiver of fear, hoping they would never have to meet this beast. It draws such a striking image in the mind of the reader along with the picture you provided. Good job!
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i really love the commentary on the role of power in society! also this is an english/ Shakespearean sonnet
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