the lioness awakes

Perched on the smooth

Leather couch, that

Holds tales told

By dozens of souls,

She lays-

Limbs; languorous

Long, elegant

And strong-

Stretched out,

Taking pride of place

In this room,

Built for two, yet

Sometimes so loud

From the din of the den,

To hear herself think.

She awakes from a long,

Numbing slumber,

Free from the shackles

She grew to encumber

Her power, her beauty,

Her strength, her grace;

Now hers to embrace.

The lioness awakes.

The lioness awakes.


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