Temple

She looked down upon me
from her lofty stance
upon her temple stair,
all alabaster elegance
and grace of power,
the jagged smiles of her
mountain cat companions
if not her own haunting eyes
reminding me to not misstep
in this demesne of icy reign…
yet her sinuous inspection
spoke not of prey
to be rended flesh from flesh,
but of other consumption
as she took my hand
and led me to her mountain pool,
cheating guardians of feast,
but not herself.