Fire of Grandeur

On these powerful, sinewy, limber, graceful feet

I bound through the dark tangled foliage of the forest

A blaze of fury, of majesty trailing in my wake

The flowing scarf of my power, the symbol of my pure

Strength. My absolute rule.

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Second only to Entei,

The power of flame roars in my spirit ever immense

My pride, my glory, my life—the heat of fire

That can assist, destroy; a hundred-mood temperament

That no man can rein.

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This is the strength that instills such awe in my subjects

Their powers so diminutive beside mine

The mane of my monarchy shines against the strength of my frame

The blazing, fire-like rich fur that runs smoothly over my flanks

Are like a cloak that raises me above all others in status

Mark my position at the top of the hierarchy of the forest.

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For all others fear me. They fear my dreadful skill

My deadly accuracy and speed, my bottomless rage

That can be awakened with the strike of dull rock.

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Then will I burn. Burn in the deep black tangle of the inner forest

Like a torch, then the inferno of a volcano that knows no bounds

And they will all see the power, see that I am ranks above them

Superior. One that no one can master, the supreme ruler of this

Niche of nature, my own unwritten kingdom.

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Who dares challenge me? I am the master of fire,

The one who can bend and shape it with mere will and force.

All who attempt to stand against me will feel my sheer, untamed power

And know that I rule over them

Grand, powerful, terrifying.

Master of the flame.