The King
"A king once stood mighty, ruling with the courage of a lion, but his throne crumbled under the weight of his own misguided choices. Betrayed not by enemies, but by the reflection of his wrongs, he was stripped of his crown and forced to kneel—not by warriors, but by the hands of those he cherished most.
Though his heart roared like a lion, his soul bled like a lamb. His bravery remains unshaken, but the shadows of regret and torment devour his inner peace, piece by piece. His death will not come swiftly; it will be slow, as the predator becomes the prey of his own mind.
In the end, the world will ask: Will he rise and fall as a lion, or will his spirit be slaughtered like a goat, torn apart by his own remorse?"
