'The hearts of a lone queen is breaking,
sadness engulfing her with its emotion-filled with despair.
Can you hear the roars?!
Can you hear her plea?!
Will you pity this lioness who begs for you not to leave.
A roar to the dying,
A roar to the living… '
There is a queen roaring the song to the dying.
Her majestic head hung low, the blue tears fell from her feline eyes.
Maw partially opened to release a series of roars.
Laying on her side, power rapidly fading was the once vibrant second queen of the lions.
Her life force had been leaking, unable to be healed without the priestess herself.
