Circle of Majesty

From alpha to omega, From leader to the led, A slow, relentless fall from grace Means all that’s left is death. Once you ruled with steely gaze, A proud and fearless growl; Courageous stance and quicksilver mind, A flawless, stealthy prowl. Once proudest of sires, most treasured of mates, Now widowed, aged, bowed; You follow the pack that once you led; Your children rule you now. In time, a time not far away, You’ll leave the pack and roam. All alone, you’ll lead again, And death will bring you home.