Whispering Guardian

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A guardian emerges, dressed in white array, With cats that watch, like sentinels of old, Their eyes aglow, like embers cold. The hood casts shadows, a mystic veil, Concealing truths, and stories untold, The jacket's red accents, like fiery sparks, Illuminate the path, through darkened larks. The cats, with orange ears, and eyes so bright, Stand guard, like loyal companions in the night, Their presence whispers, of a mystic bond, Between the guardian, and the unknown beyond. In this serene, yet powerful pose, we see, A reflection of our own inner strength, and destiny, A call to embrace, the mystic within, And let our own light, like a beacon, shine.