Boldly imprinted on your chest.
Imperial over your protected heart.
Oh, mighty King!
Where are you?
Oh, mighty King!
Drifting to endless possibilities.
If your strong body becomes broken,
Your resiliency awakens with pure intensity.
Your ambitious fight is endless.
Oh, mighty King!
Will your words live on?
Oh, mighty King!
Your wisdom strengthens those who were weak.
The proverbs awoke those who were asleep.
You attack with the will,
But you defend with the truth.
Oh, mighty King!
How strong is your heart?
Oh, mighty King!
It spiraled down in the past,
But it is guarded against the future.
Guidance exists within reach.
Compassion stays true without expectation.
A courageous King!
Indeed, you are!
You are the man with the lion tattoo.
About the Creator
Leona Valentine
Hi. I have been writing since I was a kid. After college, I published a poem called "Dark Heaven" in a book titled The Colors of Life. I love writing short stories, poems and more. I enjoy parenting, art, meditation, and martial arts.
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