Midnight Majesty

In a field of whispers, where wildflowers sway, A vision of contrasts comes to stay. A woman in black, with hair aflame, Sits with a tiger, in a silent game. Their profiles aligned, a story unfolds, Of power and grace, of secrets told. The tiger's stripes, like shadows cast, Reflect the darkness that will forever last. The woman's dress, a midnight sky, Envelops her form, as the wind whispers by. Together they sit, in a harmony deep, A bond between them, a mystic sleep. Their eyes, like lanterns, shining bright, Illuminate the path, through the dark of night. In this tableau, a tale is spun, Of trust and loyalty, forever won.