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.
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