A majestic black lion with lustrous, obsidian-black fur, its piercing eyes glowing with an inner light, gracefully lowering its head to drink from a crystal-clear, moonlit stream. The lion's barbed tongue, glistening with droplets of water, traces the surface of the stream, creating gentle ripples that shimmer in the ethereal glow of the moonlight. Surrounding the scene, ancient trees with gnarled roots and dark, shadowy foliage frame the lion in an aura of mystery and awe.
I don't see what the problem with black lions is.