THE LAST ROAR – A BATTLE OF MAJESTY AND MIGHT

In the deep jungles, where shadows roam,

A lone tiger prowls, in the wild it calls home.

Amidst the ancient trees, a predator so grand,

A regal presence, ruler of the land.

News spreads swiftly through the kingdom's gate,

A royal decree, sealing its fierce fate.

The king and his court, with pride and might,

Embark on a hunt, a grand display of might.

The army gathers, soldiers fierce and bold,

A cavalry on horses, shining armor of gold.

With spears held high, they ride as one,

In pursuit of the tiger, until it's undone.

Giant elephants march, a formidable sight,

Surrounding the tiger, encircling the fight.

Their trumpets sound, a symphony of war,

Echoing through the forest, near and far.

The tiger, undeterred, stands strong and proud,

Its eyes ablaze, a symphony of courage aloud.

Against the onslaught, it fiercely defends,

As the king's army advances, the battle extends.

With each clash of steel and thud of hoof,

The tiger leaps and dodges, its instincts aloof.

Its claws tear through armor, a testament of might,

As soldiers falter, awestruck by the wild's fight.

The sun begins to set, painting the sky,

In hues of orange and pink, as night draws nigh.

The tiger, weary, yet unyielding in its stand,

A symbol of resilience, in this untamed land.

But alas, the odds were too great to defy,

The tiger, overpowered, let out a final cry.

Its strength waned, its spirit began to fade,

As the army closed in, ready to claim their accolade.

In the final moments, the battle ceased to roar,

The tiger, weary and wounded, could fight no more.

With strength drained and spirit flickering low,

It succumbed to its fate, a formidable foe.

The soldiers approached, their hearts filled with pride,

But as they drew near, a solemn hush did reside.

In the grandeur of victory, a bittersweet refrain,

For the cost of the triumph, a life could not sustain.

They beheld the fallen, majestic and still,

A creature of the wild, now forever tranquil.

Respect in their eyes, mixed with a touch of remorse,

For the life they had taken, a majestic force.

They saw in its eyes the fire that once burned,

A testament to the wild, to lessons learned.

In its sacrifice, they pondered their might,

As they stood in the presence of nature's rightful knight.

Amidst the echoes of triumph, a somber tone,

A reminder of the power that nature has shown.

For the tiger's spirit, unyielding and true,

Will forever live on, in the wild and anew.

In the aftermath, they paid their respects,

To the fallen warrior, as the sun's rays reflect.

A tribute to the strength, the courage displayed,

By the lone tiger, in the realm it once strayed.

So let it be known, in this tale's closing breath,

That even in death, the tiger conquered death.

Its memory etched in the hearts of those who see,

The valor of the wild, forever running free.