The Lion Tamer Beast

A pair of eyes have a proud and prestigious reflection,
A kind deep blue adrift in a sea of golden complexion,
In this version of herself she is complete and utter perfection.

But there's a hellish heat locked behind those two eyes,
Whailing to be freed from delicately crafted lies,
Yet never will the fury be released, never shall it surprise.

Caged as a beast behind bars of a playful mask,
Roaring silently for anyone to stop and ask,
Alas there's a lion tamer of sorts trained for this very task.

In my dreams I see the lion tamer challenged by the same animal that's she cheats,
Standing g tall the Lioness roars as she shatters the manacles clutching at her feet.

In the chaos of the crowd the lioness runs for her pride,
It was then the lion tamer  truelly saw, and she cried,

All along it had been her who was the beast and for this she was not proud,
But then she was really free from herself and for the first time she opened her mouth and really spoke out loud.