The Lion's Creed Poem by oio ZIGA

Built for war, yet carved in triumph,
forged formidable in the furnace of trial.
Champions are not crowned by chance - they are tested in fire, tempered in storm.

The warrior does not flee the thunder;
he stands, he endures, he becomes.
Kings are not made of brittle clay - real kings do not break.

Let schemers play their small games
in the dust of fleeting shadows.
What is the hyena before the Lion?

Only an echo before the roar,
a shadow before the dawn.