@baron
Born of stardust and golden fur,
He drifts where the silent nebulae stir.
A cosmic reach, a velvet stride,
With the spinning galaxy as his ride.
Through the velvet dark and the solar gleam,
He chases the tail of a comet’s dream.
No longer a pet of the earthly floor,
But the guardian king of the evermore.
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