Velvet Empress
Reflection
In the embrace of crimson, she cradles the night,
Her feline companion, a shadow in sight.
With eyes that gleam like stars in the void,
Together they reign, a sovereign duo employed.
The woman's dark skin, a canvas so fine,
Adorned with red, a color divine.
Her turban, a crown, a symbol of her might,
As she gazes forth, into the light.
The cat, a serpent, sleek and low,
A mystic bond, between them, does grow.
In this tableau, a story unfolds,
Of power, of beauty, young and old.
A dance of elegance, a waltz of grace,
As the velvet empress claims her sacred space.
With every glance, a tale is spun,
Of a woman and her cat, forever as one.