The Lioness

She loosed her primal hunting call
From atop her crafted throne
The jungle offered up its' throat
The shadows stirred and moaned

She rush'd upon that trembling night
A midnights' dashing dance
Surrounding darkness held its' breath
As caressed into a trance

She ran in stride with boundless wolves
She howled out with the moon
For a shining glimmer of burning truth
For her bless'd chance to bloom

But of battles forged in her desire
Naught did prove her mighty measure
Naught that gave her moments' chase
Could lead her to her most sought treasure

Warrior woman, you huntress of the Sky
You who stalks elusive prey
To feed elusive homesick hungers,
Elusive thirsts give way:

Roam ever onward; A sacred Lioness
To chase down loft'd skies
You will Will that true way Home
At last to clutch your prize.