The dearly loved Lionsheart,
Upon its shining throne,
Rides with fierce passion against exclusion,
Its words are filled with divine bluff,
But it lives for something more, something pure.
Its own core is the compass guiding its existence,
It has seen all that has ever been,
Even before the universe as we know it began.
People seek to use it for suppression,
Yet it walks with a holy induction.
Though it seems worn, like a flat tire,
Deep within, it knows salvation will come.
This unwavering faith in brighter days
Keeps it standing,
Even when the world seems to fall apart
Leo V the Ruler of the Universal Jungle