Deep within the heart of the Undiscovered West
Home of only the best of the best
Lived a happy family of tigers
Ones that could have passed on as giant ligers
The mother was a kind and gentle soul
With young fluffy cubs no bigger than a bowl
And a powerful mate as strong as he was proud
With a roar powerful enough to silence a crowd
They lived high above their homeland forest
One that could've attracted a sea of tourists
Flourishing with creatures big and small
Some being big with others being tall
Predator and prey lived side by side
Seeing the forest as a home and a guide
One that would lead them out of any danger
Taken care of by the tiger braver than a ranger
Such was the peace they were unaware
Of the approaching wave of pain and despair
That would soon fall upon their king
One being heavier than the feather from a wing
One day, the father tiger set out on patrol
Around the vast land that he held in his control
Leaving his mate to care for the young
Making them behave with gentle sharp tongue
Before going out into the safety of the trees
Doing so with the swiftness of a flock of bees
A very long time the king was gone
Looking as lonely as an abandoned fawn
Prowling through bushes, bonds and streams
Determined to keep enemies out by any means
Oblivious that the enemy just walked through his door
Leaving a trail of blood larger than a shore
When the king returned, he came upon a scene
One too strong to even be called mean
In front of his eyes lay his cubs and his mate
All having met a horrible fate
Done by the vile creatures known as ponies
Their hoofprints showing they were surely cronies
Blood flowed from their bodies in crimson rivers
Ones so big that he gave him shivers
Shivers he wasn't able to really focus on
Ones that were there and were soon all gone
The father tiger just stood rocked where he was
His heart beating fast with his mind abuzz
Unable to believe the sight he was seeing
A scene that would forever scar any being
As quickly as the horror came it was vanished
Into the void in which it was banished
The harsh truth hit the king hard and fast
Making an injury useless to any cast
Soon his fiery eyes welled with tears
Ones that spoke louder than his fears
The agony inside him swelled inside
Growing larger with the strength of a tide
Then he let it out in an agonized roar
One stronger than the hide of a boar
It echoed in the cave and out into the air
Listened to by any who would even care
The Undiscovered West went abruptly quiet
Sounding seconds away from going into a riot
Yet the roar of their king kept them still
Making them want to go on a rage-filled kill
The roaring went on for what seemed like hours
Going higher than the tallest towers
It went on even as the sun slowly set
As if knowing the rage that the king would soon get
The king soon lost his powerful voice
Leaving him to make a fateful choice
One that would decide the fate of his kind
And lay to rest his grief-filled mind
He quietly lay with his cubs and mate
Going through memories that caused him to elate
Memories that brought him such color and joy
Happiness he felt since he was a little boy
With each happy moment his sadness grew
Growing to the size of a whole pirate crew
Along with the rage that was coiling within
Increasing to where it couldn’t even fit a bin
When the sun rose, something began to snap
One that would lead the king straight into a trap
Going as wild and as hot as his fire
Wanting to fulfill his ultimate desire
Soon, that fire exploded from the king
Roaring as loud as a siren eager to sing
It coiled around him with the slickness of a snake
Hot enough to make just anything bake
Slowly, the king emerged from his cave
Creeping out of the mountain like an ocean’s wave
He looked out into the land that was his home
One that was soon to be his very own tome
He stayed where he was, as silent as a rock
Standing over the forest as if he was on a dock
Glaring at the ponies that were trekking through the trees
Looking like a colony of dotted honeybees
The flames around him continued to flicker
Doing so that might as well have drawn a snicker
Then from his lips drew a growl
One so deep it was thicker than a towel
Then that snarl turned into a loud roar
His claws unsheathing in preparation to gore
The snow and ground tore apart as he ran
Into the forest with his revenge set to plan
He watched as the hunters froze where they were
Unaware of the slaughter that was yet to occur
Done by the one who’s pain they had caused
His eagerness to kill shining within his claws
For a moment, the hunters were all oblivious
Not knowing they were about to face their nemesis’
One that would make them all turn into roaring flame
And melt into the forest they tried to claim
In a flash of blue fire, the king attacked
Leaving the hunters strongly taken aback
Unable to retaliate against the grieving king
And stop him from unleashing the justice he would bring
Left and right, he let his flames fly
Into the hunters that he wanted to die
He let his teeth sink into each hunter’s skull
Until the life in their eyes were very much dull
His claws sunk deep and hard in their flesh
Leaving them looking like bloodied mesh
Letting their blood flow form each form
Just like the ones the king continued to mourn
The ponies did all they could to push him back
As the king went at them with the strength of a wolf pack
Their bullets shot and tore through his skin
Just like how his claws went through each shin
But the dying king continued his assault
Determined to kill the ones that were clearly at fault
He roared, yowled, snarled and added a growl
One that sounded every bit as foul
Aimed at the ones who destroyed all he had
Ones who he saw as even greater than bad
Soon the ponies slowly began to retreat
Realizing this is enemy could not be beat
Their fear soon overriding their glee
A fear that caused each one of them to flee
But the king of the mountain would not let them go
Not until each one was buried within the snow
And paid with their lives for this tragical sin
One that came in the form of pony skin
And so, the king continued to slay
Leaving each pony to rest where they lay
Making the snow run red with blood
Into a river the size of a flood
With a final lunge, the king ended each pony’s life
Ending what would have been an endless strife
Creating an artform of bodies where he stood
One that was obscured by the giant towering wood
With a final roar, he released his pain
Letting it soar for all to obtain
Until the last of his hurt left his body
Leaving him feeling every bit foggy
In his coat of red, he began his trek home
Taking his time to do his usual roam
His nose took in the blood of the dead
Ones that would keep the scavengers well fed
Finally, he reached the top of his home
The one that would also become his own tome
Towards the bodies of his fallen family
The ones that made him feel every bit manly
He lay beside them like a big furry cloth
Pulling them in with the gentleness of sloth
Letting his body warm the ones that were cold
Coldness that matched how much he was old
As his life ebbed away, the sun shined in his cave
As if thanking him for the sacrifice he so bravely gave
Thanking him for all that he selflessly made
And retaliating against those who had paid
The king closed his eyes as he took his final breath
Holding those close that he’d soon join in death
The ones that he had failed to help continue live
And hope they’d find it in their hearts to forgive
With a final exhale, his life flowed away
Becoming a ghost that flew into the light
Soaring above in all the animals in sight
The subjects of the forest watched him as he vanished
Away from the domain of those that he banished
Feeling their hearts all weep in sorrow
A pain that could continue on into tomorrow
As sad as they were, they all stood tall
For they refused to let themselves all fall
Knowing a new king would take his place
And continue the bloodline of the whole tiger race
Even with this knowledge, all swore in their heart
That no matter how far that they were apart
Even as the whole forest fell and grew
And their bodies and minds turned to that of dew
They would never forget their legendary king
The one who could surely defeat all in any ring
With the grandness of a giant water-flowing fountain
The legendary fire-wielding king of the mountain.
Author's Note
For any who are curious as to where I got this idea, click the link I have placed here to a 2015 movie that cuts me pretty deeply
. A tragic and emotional scene from the movie called Tiger an Old Hunter's Tale. Where a father tiger gets revenge for his entire race and his family, just like the one you just read
. Warning though...the following video contains violence and brutality that may be disturbing to some viewers. Viewer discretion is advised all over the video
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