King
He has the strength of 10 men
and has yet to lose a battle
A head fit for a crown
and the confidence to match
His thick golden hair
flows in the wind
His dark piercing eyes
would strike fear into all who dare stare
He commands attention
in everything he does
His status was won
by defeating his successor
Though he is not of man
he is feared by them.
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