A mature male lion reigns over a vast domain,
bold is his stride, many have eyes on his pride.*
King he remains until a stronger,
younger warrior claims his crown.
On rare occasions the loser survives;
but what awaits him
is a more tragic fate than death itself.
Stripped of his throne
and forced into exile.
Shunned by his own kind in solitude he wanders
and as he grows older and frail
he is unable to fend for himself no longer.
The once mighty lion
now lays alone , just skin and bone;
one last breath 'n then the hand of death.
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