Once a lion of the streets, fierce and unbowed,
A dominant alpha, commanding the crowd.
With eyes like fire, and voice that could shake the ground,
He ruled his domain, where respect was profound.
But time’s quiet whisper, a call from a higher throne,
A destiny unfolding, a king’s crown not yet shown.
From battles and bravado, he rose to a new crest,
Transforming his power into regal conquest.
Now an emperor, his gaze commands a different land,
From streets to empire, with a steady, guiding hand.
His strength remains, but tempered by wisdom’s grace,
A ruler reborn, in a nobler, grander place.
Alpha to emperor — a soul’s ascension, fierce and true,
A testament that greatness can evolve anew.
From primal fire to regal glow, his legacy’s spun,
A king’s journey, from strength to s
overeignty, begun.