Roar of Shadows
Feel the roar, the tremble of night,A voice of power,
fierce and bright.Through the shadows, where fears ignite,The lion rises,
prepared to fight.
Through ashes pale and wastelands grim,
he carves his jagged way,Each echo born of fearless wrath,
a hymn to light the fray.“For what is strength,” his growl resounds,
“but the fire to endure,A beast must rise where men have fallen, the primal truth,
pure.”
Step by step, the beast ascends, a crownless king of dusk,Through twilight’s veil,
the lion stands, relentless in his trust.In the night, his roar still burns,
defying death and conflict,For in his call, the promise lies—eternal strength,
eternal life.