Lioness

A natural selection of beauties The feminization of a superior species The modernization of an ancient goddess For she's feline and therefore devine, nothing less A lioness out on the prowl Hear her roar, fear her growl Her whiskers are the flutter of a moth Feeding on the sweet nectar of death Her death stare is a constant horizon The perfect sunrise and a beautiful sunset An imperious lock upon a battered landscape of fear The silent night to those who dare enter her lair Her roar is the flight formation of circling vultures Pure madness escaping the caves of a barbaric culture Broadcasting the chaotic reign of a savage kingdom In which she lives on the chase for the flourish of her queendom