ardoramone: So tell me a story
bratgurlrocks: alright
ardoramone: Cool
bratgurlrocks: once upon a time there was a lonely renegade
bratgurlrocks: he didnt have the necessary friends
bratgurlrocks: he stumbled and staggered across the plains
bratgurlrocks: looking for a way for it to end
bratgurlrocks: and in his travels he passed a horse
bratgurlrocks: it was spotted and grinned at him softly
bratgurlrocks: he stopped his pace and glanced at it hopeful
bratgurlrocks: but just as soon as it grinned, just as quickly it trotted on another course
bratgurlrocks: and the lost outlaw turned his head and continued on
bratgurlrocks: wishing he could find what was right or wrong
bratgurlrocks: yet there was another disturber of the peace
bratgurlrocks: a wolf that went by the name of Swiftly Swift
bratgurlrocks: she snarled and sneered, not letting him near
bratgurlrocks: so the tarnished ruffian soldiered on, wanting to discover
bratgurlrocks: a long lost song
bratgurlrocks: by now it was dusk, by now it was night
bratgurlrocks: he curled up beneath the stars
bratgurlrocks: wishing he didnt wish for light
bratgurlrocks: just as soon as he began to sleep
bratgurlrocks: he heard the creeping of a monstrous beast
bratgurlrocks: it was the Lion who took no one prisoner
bratgurlrocks: a creature composed of daggers and knives
bratgurlrocks: twisting out of it's drooling mouth and paws
bratgurlrocks: this grotesque figure never listened to the laws
bratgurlrocks: our forlorn misfit thought maybe he found the answer
bratgurlrocks: the end to all his wanderings and wonder
bratgurlrocks: so he stood up and raised his arms
bratgurlrocks: shouting as loud as the Lion's roar
bratgurlrocks: foot steps came racing, the sound of thunder
bratgurlrocks: and our lost lonely tarnished forlorn boy became free
bratgurlrocks: he grinned and ran swift and composed his own journey
bratgurlrocks: and that's the end of this short story
ardoramone: Forlorn
ardoramone: Was used twice
swift was also used twice.
he, all in all was lonely lost tarnished and forlorn.
then he grinned like the horse, ran swift like the wolf, and composed his own journey like the lion's daggers and knives.
a finale, rather.
am i difficult?..