Velvet Enchantress
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A mystic woman weaves her spell.
Three cats, like moonlit sentinels, guard her way,
As petals dance, and secrets tell.
Her red turban, a fiery crown,
Adorns her brow, a mystic renown.
The cats, with eyes like lanterns bright,
Watch as she conjures through the night.
The cage, a latticework of dreams,
Wherein the birds, like whispers, gleam.
In this still life, a tale unfolds,
Of mystic bonds, and hearts made gold.
The woman's gaze, a window deep,
Invites the viewer to mystic sleep.
Where dreams and reality entwine,
And the velvet enchantress holds her feline shrine.