A king
you say?
Where
on this ground may
a crown be found
to lay?
Courage disputed.
Sore.
My roar
muted.
Will this red
in which I lie
be the bed
on which I die?
I feel my strength
slipping away.
The predator
soon becomes prey.
The frequency
of this realm
has weakened me.
Overwhelmed.
Oh this hertz!
Tho' the reign has fallen
to the earth
The Light is calling
for a rebirth.
In this wild
domain
this lion's mane
is to do the main
thing.
I am awake
to what it takes.
The life of my pride
is at stake.
(( The low vibration
of this dire plane
forces migration
to a higher
terrain ))
The struggle isn't real.
The trouble lies in this
Field.
The beast will feast
on illusion.
I must overcome
the human.
♌
©️ matt decker
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