Born from a scar, a lion's breath,
Bearing the line between life and death.
Horns that twist like fate and fire,
Embracing the wild, heart of desire.
Hands that break through rocks and bone,
Guarding the flock, all alone.
King of the jungle, graceful and bright,
Ruling in silence, through day and night.
He stands where no monsters dare crawl,
Power in his gaze, standing so tall.
A roar that echoes, fierce and whole,
Cutting through flesh, haunting the soul.