In yonder realm of vibrant hue,
A color bold, both bright and true,
Emerald green, with nature’s grace,
A shade that time cannot erase.
And in this realm, a creature dwells,
A mighty lion, fierce and fell,
With golden mane, a regal sight,
A symbol of strength, unmatched might.
Beside this beast, a cherished prize,
A silver sword, with gleaming eyes,
A weapon forged, a trusty friend,
A guardian’s aid, till the end.
Yet, in this realm, two men doth meet,
Their love, a bond both pure and sweet,
No judgment cast, no scorn to bear,
A love that’s true, beyond compare.
Their hearts entwined, like colors blend,
A lion’s roar, their souls defend,
With sword in hand, they face the strife,
For love prevails, in every life.
So let us celebrate their tale,
With colors, creatures, and objects frail,
For love knows naught of shape or hue,
It simply is, forever true.
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