"THOR"

About a gentle soul, a lion, named Thor.

A majestic white lion, whose name was THOR. He had beauty with just his stance, and loved long walk's with a strong prance. He lost his very loud roar. A beautiful and a great beast, he is forever gone and ceased. No more hug's, kisses or love's. For now he move's high with the dove's. One cold and stormy night, God came and took our THOR from his plight. We were heart broken and cried, for our only THOR had died. The reason forever unknown. For we will always and ever moan. The gentle giant, whose name was THOR, will fly though the cloud's, ever to soar. RIP. OUR FRIEND