Feline Empress

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A mystic queen emerges, surrounded by feline sway, Her dark skin glistens, like the night's own shade, As cats, with eyes of piercing green and gray, around her are displayed. The crimson blooms that crown her hair, Seem to bleed, as if with life and care, The thorns that grasp, like skeletal hands, Hold fast the beauty, that in her presence stands. With every glance, a story's spun, Of mystic bonds, between her and the feline throng, Their whispers weave, a spell of might, As she, the empress, holds court, in the silent night. In this tableau, where art and magic meet, The viewer is drawn, into a world so unique and sweet, A realm where human and animal entwine, And the boundaries blur, between the self and the divine.