Brenda Warren is our host for The Sunday Whirl. You can join in here
The room was a hive of nervous chatter,
Everyone waiting for a sign.
Through the haze she came,
Glorious, beautiful, deadly.
The stars dimmed,
They dare not outshine her.
Their role reduced in the night sky.
The edges of the Universe
Began to curl and burn,
Such was the magnitude of her curse.
It was no secret now
That this Feline had the roar of oblivion.