She’s supernatural, my cosmic kin,
forged at once so long ago, now together again.
Comfortable companion through eternity,
she’ll always find a way to return to me.
Fearsome defender, but with a soft touch;
she gives her everything, doesn’t ask for much.
Together in stillness, for me it’s enough;
she’s always nearby when things get tough.
With an intelligence that’s second to none,
her muchness just can’t be outdone.
So fierce, so brave, so misunderstood;
she’s lived through more hell than anyone should.
She is her own, but somehow also mine,
two spirits linked with a psychic line.
All beauty pales next to her light;
an earthly star, she’s still so bright.
Olive eyes shine forth from a stone facade,
relic from when she was worshiped as God.
Still my Queen, picture of magnificence,
she’s well aware of her own significance.
Fabled, famed- Supernatural
mistress of mine, a grimalkin called Nell.