Meet His Majesty, Arthur Winston
I am proud to introduce my readers to His Majesty, Arthur Winston, the lion I have adopted as a member of the Shameless Lions Writing Circle. For those who doubt his title, the lion is the King of Beasts; it is entirely proper for him to be styled His Majesty.
His name stands for two men who fought in doomed (or so it seemed) causes. Arthur, High King of Britain, fell, but his efforts undoubtedly softened and civilised the Saxon influence on Celtic Britain. Winston Churchill, who stood against the darkest evil the world has yet known, miraculously, won. Such a name seems entirely appropriate for the Last Lion...
The last lion,
Survivor of hunters
Lacking manhood,
Poachers, tourists, progress,
Stands proudly,
Unaware.
In his mind,
His coat glows
Smooth and tawny.
King of Beasts,
No matter
How many patches.
He fights on,
Magnificent, wondrous, doomed.
What have we done?
Woe, when such creatures
Live no more...
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