Silent Majesty
Reflection
In the depths of shadow, where light dares to tread,
A wild spirit stands, a silent, untamed god.
Its gaze, a storm of amber, piercing the night,
A soul of untamed grace, a timeless, fierce light.
The fur, a tapestry of earth and fire,
A symphony of spots, a wild desire.
Each whisker whispers tales of untamed lands,
Where freedom roars, and the wild heart expands.
In its eyes, the world is both seen and unseen,
A mirror of the wild, where the soul is cleansed.
It is the keeper of the wild, the guardian of grace,
A symbol of power, a silent, fierce race.
Oh viewer, see yourself in its gaze so bold,
For in its eyes, your own wild soul is told.
Let this wild spirit be your guide and your light,
A beacon of strength, a silent, fierce sight.