Feline Empress

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A mystic queen emerges, surrounded by her feline sway, Their eyes, like lanterns, glowing bright and green, As they entwine her, a living, breathing scene. The cats, a symbol of mystery and might, Guard her, a sentinel, through the dark of night, Their fur, a soft caress, a gentle, soothing breeze, As they weave a spell, a mystical, feline ease. The woman's face, a map of ancient lore, A topography of secrets, hidden evermore, Her eyes, a deep well, a pool of mystic night, Reflecting the cats, in a mirrored, feline light. The red flowers, a crown, a symbol of her power, A testament to the magic, that in her presence, hour by hour, The branches, twisted, tangled, and gray, A representation of the complexity, of her mystic way. In this, a world of wonder, a realm of dreams, The feline empress reigns, a mystic, feline queen.