Fierce Sorrow: A Mother Lion's Lament

In golden savannah, where spirits roam,

A mother lion mourns, her heart aching stone,

Her cubs, once playful, now victims of night,

Their innocence shattered by a merciless bite.

With paws heavy as lead, she traverses the land,

Her mighty roar silenced, a mournful command,

Her eyes, once fierce, now hold sorrow's weight,

As she stumbles upon a grim, tragic fate.

Oh, the agony that rends her core,

As she touches their lifeless bodies once more,

Limbs torn asunder, their essence devoured,

By vile hyenas, in shadows they cowered.

She stares at the scars, the wounds so deep,

Her motherly instinct refuses to sleep,

A tempest of fury, a storm unrestrained,

In her mighty heart, a vow is ingrained.

The moon bears witness to her wrath,

As she roams the veldt, a tempest's path,

Her mane aflame with a burning desire,

To avenge her cubs, set the world on fire.

The scent of vengeance permeates the air,

She stalks the hyenas, with a primal glare,

Her footsteps echo, silent and sure,

Each stride fueled by a love that endures.

In the cover of darkness, her fury unfurls,

She strikes with precision, her rage unswirled,

Claws like lightning, a feral ballet,

As she seeks retribution, come what may.

Oh, the lioness, fierce and unyielding,

In her eyes, a fire, the pain concealing,

The hyenas tremble, their fate sealed,

For she claims what is hers, a fate revealed.

But as the battle ensues, she feels no glee,

For her cubs remain gone, forever to be,

Their life snuffed out, innocence destroyed,

Her vengeance hollow, leaving her joy void.

With the moon as her witness, she breathes a sigh,

Grief and anger intertwined, no tears to cry,

She retreats to her den, her heart still sore,

A mother lion, forever marked by war.

In the depths of her soul, she carries the weight,

Of love unfulfilled, a tragic twist of fate,

She roams the savannah, her spirit aflame,

A lioness scarred, forever changed.

"Mother's Sorrow" whispers through the night,

A lament of loss, a symphony of might,

For in her heart, a love remains,

Etched in the stars, in sorrow's refrains.

So, let the world remember her fierce reign,

The mother lion's anguish, her soul's refrain,

Her cubs may be gone, but her spirit stands,

A testament to love, across distant lands.