In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb

Inside the fierce beast, beats the heart of a king No challengers come forth to contest his throne Leisurely days spent dreaming of his pride Ingesting meat taken down by his females Knowing his reign ends when age betrays Enjoying his vigor as he awaits that fate Another, younger male, comes to call Lying in wait while the females are serviced Inhaling the scent of the pride in heat Only caution stays his hunger and power Not so when the mighty male is exhausted Out of the bushes he rushes the fatigued king Ultimate victory assured as challenge roars out Though winded, the pride male answers swiftly Like boxers they circle, searching for weakness Incensed at the impudence, the elder attacks Keen reflexes, the challenger moves like a ghost Engaging the king with teeth, claws and fury A fatal mistake, now the old king lays wounded Limping away, weak from blood loss and pain Already he dreams of the death that approaches Maybe his time is over, but another will come Behind him, the new king begins his reign