"Savage"

“Savage”

The roar held is not to warn

The roar is there because the rage inside has grown 

Grown too large for it to be still silent

Born from shadow and wrath, she is the final truth of the wild

Beautiful and noble yet drained from mercy

Only pure, unapologetic ferocity .

Her golden eye sees only what must be broken.

Her jaws open like the gates of hell itself.

And the world holds its breath…

knowing it is already too late.