The Great Scorpion King
In lands where shadows stretch and linger long/
There dwell a man, both high and mighty strong/
With eyes that pierced the very soul's disguise/
A shocking sight, yet golden heart he prized/
His name was whispered with a hint of dread/
A solitary King, whose path he tread/
Like scorpions that roam, alone and bold/
No fear of evil, his own heart of gold/
He bowed to none, not Gods nor men's decree/
His spirit wild and fierce, forever free/
In reclusive might, he carved his throne/
A King unmatched, strength and will alone/
The Great Scorpion King, a legend told/
Of might and valor, in a heart of gold/
His piercing eyes, a tale of power sung/
A ruler crowned, yet never bound or clung/
Copyright © Michael Fulkerson | Year Posted 2025
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