The Leader

The Leader

Destiny chooses me,
Giving me the body everyone yearns for,
The look that charms a million,
The reason they listen to me

Destiny chooses me,
Giving me the conch that unites the lost
The authority to rule and command
The reason they respect me

But I am but a vulnerable youth.
My body covers my fearful heart
My look hides my deep loneliness
I just want to go home

I don't want to be the topmost
But my maturity forces to strife for survival
I am not eager for power
But orders and unity is our only chance

Destiny chooses me,
To be the only hope of this despair
To lead and guide the adolescence to future
Destiny chooses me,
To be the leader.

The black wolf

The Black Wolf

The forest stands under the rule of the lions
Restrained, the black wolf demonstrates loyalty and obedience.
He maintains the order of the young pack,
Constraining and eradicating the group's immaturity.

Majestic and respected within the group,
But unnoticeable and weak within the community
His greed for power is prohibited by reality,
Crushed and flattered under the authorities

A series of disasters renounce the lions from their thrones
The absence of the lions crowns the savagery wolf
Recognizing this sudden leap
Being on top of the forest hierarchy,
His desire for authority arises into storms
Flooding over the land of apathy

Under the hot bright sun the wolf glimmers,
As if holding a golden badge
He howls thunderously to show his dominance
Ruling ruthlessly, organizing his pack into unerring lines,
Solving problems arrogantly with his ignorance

The wolf deters any opposition,

Tramples over any disobedience with brutal force

Overwhelmed with iniquity