He came home sporting the visage of a lion with his mane...and he realized things had changed. The faces, the places, but 1 thing had stayed. The rules to the game...so even when he sported his mane, he knew how to play. His eyes were his key. They were as dark as night, but somehow...held light. Mystery they called it. His touch was light, he knew how to fight, everything with him was right...and that was just at night. Because in the day, the game did not change, he still knew how to play. Now he was more of a delight, he was chocolate on sight. Yes he's dark skinned, even tatted for his kin...and here it says something about a King...so he must win. Now, opposites attract, from 2 sides of the map...we have found a match. But they can not be, for now at least..for later? Well c. But this tale is about he...R A...shh Solo, they gotta read the rest to c....
R. $olo
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