The Dying King

I'm lost Damage from pain inflicted from Arrows and spears through the heart. A long journey Coupled with years of tears, Sorrow and insufferable torment. I am a king A lion,my roars move swiftly through the African pride lands. I was made for power and protection. But who will protect me? Gods cursed me As a lone warrior Rooming from jungle to desert To find my queen. Villagers fear me They spear me Loud cries of a king but no one Can hear me. I feel death creeping up near me. Nature hides me and guides me To a lioness. We touch noses gently to show acceptance My eyes her eyes gaze at the sunset Thinking this day I will never forget. There is an untold voyage A plagued odyssey No cubs was birth at the End of the prophecy. Others have procreated successfully No genes passed I guess that's just destiny. A roar once loud proud strong and stern Has turned into nothing more than a whisper in the air. A great kings death without a living heir.