Black Lion
Black Lion roar,
behold the king my peers has come through the door
The mighty sing
A thunderous ring
So still in the night the fear it shall bring
Catch me for I am a broken thing
So will you not see
for I am to be
The one who is chosen has fell to its knee
I am the key
You always new it was me
The original of the world
Is who I will always be.
Copyright © Me Me | Year Posted 2023
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