Wild Sovereign

In the embrace of shadows and light, a soul ascends, A woman adorned in the crown of the night. Her gaze, a mirror of the cosmos, reflects the wild, A leopard at her side, a silent sentinel, a primal child. The fur of the beast, a tapestry of stars, Whispers of the untamed, of ancient wars. Her attire, a symphony of black and gold, A testament to strength, where beauty is bold. The hat, a crown of thorns and diamonds, A symbol of power, where the wild and the refined entwine. Her eyes, a portal to the soul's deepest desires, A journey through time, where the wild and the civilized conspire. This is not just a portrait, but a story untold, Of the wild within us, where the beast and the human mold. In her presence, we see ourselves, in our rawest form, A reminder that in the wild, we find our true norm. For in the heart of the wild, there lies a sovereign, A beacon of strength, where the wild and the human belong.