In this world deprived of viridescent trees,
Full of automobiles with metallic sheen,
Roams the last survivor of the race,
Of the ones who once, walked with grace.

A coat of gold with ebony stripes,
Runs a queen with all her might,
To keep herself alive in these conditions dire,
In a planet currently burning in hot fire

All her mission was to raise,
Two cubs that could potentially save
The royal race of striped carnivores
The one who hath the humans devoured

She roamed in shadows, away from mankind
Whose greed and ignorance had left them blind
She used to fight with all her strength
To satisy her hungers and make the throat quenched

As time went on, her strength diminished
Her old body struggled to flourish
Yet she was determined to stay
To make sure that her speices see another day

When the auspicious time had arrived
A boy and a girl came out and survived
But alas, the queen herself couldn’t thrive
But made sure that her race was revived