Dead Lions Dont Roar.




His voice, all that he stood for, now Hushed.
An Icon of Evil; he was

He prides himself a Tyrant.
Clans Sundered by His Rulings.

He delights at their Soulful Cries
A Crusher of Hope; he was.
An Executor; he was.


He was the Roaring Storm that Stilled not.

The inflictor of all Pain; he was.

None was Free from his Bonds. 


The Blood of the Innocents Stirred the Earth


She was awakened by their Eulogies,


So she Wrapped him in her claws,bound him in her Claws.                                                                                                        


All we hear now are Tales.

Dead Lions Don't Roar. 


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