The Lion Tamer

My lady sleeps in a dark room between soft sheets

She tosses and turns in the moonlight, shadows etched in her cheeks

My lady wakes up in a cold, damp sweat

A nightmare fresh in her eyes and hair plastered to her head

My lady whispers to me, a purring confidant

With ears perked up and a mouth tightly shut

She takes me in her arms and softly pads to the window

We look out into forests, cast in a pale blue glow

In the panes is reflected a broken image of a one-person world,

An iron-willed cat in the lap of the mighty lion tamer.