Ephemeral Roar In Transient Throne Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

What could claw down the lion in a duel of claw and carnine?
What could bring down the lion's might,
The king of the jungle, fierce in fight?

Awesome king that could grip, shear, and shred,
In a leap of jungle justice, dispensed with effortless might,
And dominance in its domain's dungeon.

What happened to the limbs for the jungle justice leap?
Has any or all broken and still?
Or in limbo?

Has power abused paved the road down to earth,
On the road to down below?
Or has retribution taken its toll?
That could be so swift to grave's gate.

And now, a shadow of its former might,
With fading grip and silenced roar,
The lion's jungle legacy lost to the dark, silent night,
Entirely gone out of sight.

A haunting reminder, and tale of power's transience;
The fleeting score and splendor that fades,
Lost to the winds of time and night,
Utterly swallowed by the shadows of eternity.