Two lions fought beneath the sun... <br />Their teeth as sharp as nails <br />And when their fight was truly done, <br />One lion tipped the scales. <br />The other lion fled the scene <br />And no more would return. <br />Though savage, wounded, no more keen <br />The mightier to learn. <br />The undefeated lion stood <br />And watched the loser leave. <br />He didn't think himself as good <br />And yet he didn't grieve. <br />This was their way for centuries, <br />Their ancient remedy. <br />Their battles for supremecies <br />Would end each mystery. <br />They'd never choose alternatives, <br />Their code they'd never flout. <br />No matter if one dies, one lives... <br />They'd fight to end the doubt. <br />Thus courage burns within their veins... <br />Volcanoes borne of rage. <br />Only the winner truly gains <br />The right to centre stage. <br />In truth, the winner takes it all. <br />The loser has no pride. <br />Although once mighty, doomed to fall, <br />Then to be cast aside. <br />Two lions fought beneath the sun... <br />For them, it was too late, <br />For soon, there'd only be the one <br />Who'd live to celebrate. <br />Each battle scar that's brought to mind, <br />Reminds him of this day... <br />The courage he was forced to find... <br />The price he had to pay... <br /> <br /> <br />The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br />by Stephen Gayford called 'The Lion King'.<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lion-king-2/
