Akumahanyo

Little pawed king
to small for the ring
of this glorious thing

Time goes on
as he lets out a yawn
for the crowd is at awe
by all of his brawn

Akumahanyo they call
as he walks through the hall
a name of grace
for one with such a kingly face

His challenge awaits
until his mind debates
is it worth the trouble
to waste time on this stubble?

Yet his father walks through
old and blued,
scars of battle his little tattle
of skill and power