'Dark Clouds'
It is as we feared.
The King is dead,
As is our young Prince.
My daughter has nothing,
Except tears rolling
Down her tiny cheeks.
I kept her close as
The only heir roared
Over his new Pride,
And we were joined
By new curious inhabitants,
Whom he welcomed so happily.
Hunting is now a risk
Of losing a loved one.
The Pride is uncontrollable
Since we lost the King.
We have nothing,
And his followers have everything.
There is nothing but dark clouds
Above the land now.
The emerald grass I loved,
Has turned to brown.
The trees are bare
And the river has vanished.
The Pride has died,
Along with the King.
My daughter misses the Prince,
As do I.
She's longing to venture,
To find him.
I hope and pray
My hunting training
Will help her achieve,
In finding him,
As we are losing everything.
She believes his death is fantasy.
I have no hope,
But she does.
Just like her poor father.
No matter the terror upon us,
She will always be
The future Queen.