Sonnet of Power

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