Glorious

Upon a day, as luck would have it,
None around to free and save it,
Entrapped was a Lion in a bloody net,
Prayed the lion with all his faith.

That someone pop and free his soul,
That someone see him - hear his howl,
Just then, a rat hearing his sound,
Hopped up and came out of the ground,

'Free you I'll try' says he, 'if you can spare',
And, upon the king's word, he did his share,
Soon gnawed the mouse - the net his feast,
The net was set loose and free was the beast.

The Lion looked, stared and shunned,
Then with a grin, made a mocking turn,
Swept the pest - off with his tail,
The mouse plead but to no avail.

Over-shadowed by the Beast's might,
The meek pest lost without a fight,
Off went the Lion, with a glorious trot,
Drowned was the mouse with a furious heart.

Then a hunter upon seeing the beast on a run,
Quick on his feat, took a stance and pulled out a gun,
Aiming a bit closer to the head,
Pulled the trigger - the lion dropped dead.

Full of vanity, the Lion was gone,
The meek little pest still did mourn,
'If only he'd asked me where they were,
One majestic beast would still be here'.

The skin made an emperor's rug,
The flesh chewed by some filthy dogs,
And, with pride, a bit too much,
The Lion's life had to end as such.