King of Pride
He is stately, for he must be-
The golden cub who has come to kingship
Who has fought with claw and ivory
On the backs of his muscled harem
For this is His Empire!
Of sand and Sun and the sweet desert rose
Built on granite and pride! Bones and dust
As well as the hungry, herding masses- his subjects
The jungle is His! The hissing, buzzing, sweating jungle
The growth above, below, and the souls within it
It is His majesty, His amber eyes surveying
All the Sun touches falls under His guiding paws
And cardinal sin is His, and with His family-
Pride is His, Pride is theirs, as it has always been
Survival is for the most Proud!
And the King stands tall on his high rock, reeking of it
