The Majestic Banquet
Reflection
In the heart of a realm where shadows dance,
A lion stands, a sovereign of grace and might.
Its mane, a fiery crown, whispers tales of old,
While the banquet before it speaks of a world untold.
The roses bloom, their petals a silent hymn,
To the beauty that lies in the lion's calm.
The teacups and plates, a paradox of power,
Where strength and gentleness intertwine forever.
The room, a tapestry of dreams and lore,
Echoes the soul of one who dares to explore.
The lion, a symbol of courage and might,
Guides the viewer through a journey of light.
For in its gaze, we see our own reflection,
A mirror of strength, a beacon of direction.
The banquet, a feast for the soul and mind,
Invites us to partake in the lion's kind.
So let the lion's presence be a guiding star,
A reminder that within us, we hold the far.
The Majestic Banquet, a tale of might,
Where the lion reigns, in the light of day and night.