The Lioness


Isn't it ? She was cherubic ,
How mournful , so it turned .
The wings of liberty ;
In the frozen state , without fluttering !
Blitzed back - arrows of treachery ;
Stood high , her tranquility .
The drudged virginity -- not
So her body , " Though Hunted " .
Soul of Griffin ; too valour
Granted solace to the heart herself !
Round , around pessimism rose --
Neighborhood seem to turn crooks !
In mirk melancholy ; with hushed sleep ,
Aparted to distant grot .
Pleading to ears - emerged magical Roar
Yes -- too yes , came , " Majestic Lioness " .

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