looking old for this world
ancient, its true
My bold ribs Protuding
it is they do
A stature what has become
Of a ,true feline
acumen
profound
this is my sign
encyclopaedic alive to the way
the body its beaten
Closer to decay
but memories thoroughly charged
we behold
Africa persuadable
Providing my gold
I confess to your beauty
of which i am sold.