A deep stare into the tiger's eyes
Reveals emeralds desired, yet once denied.
The stage of unholy fire in winter nights
That determines who has or loses life.
She's a tiger due to the danger
Associated with any loving behavior;
For as much as humans adore saviors,
Their truest love is that of hatred.
Keeping a tiger imprisoned should be a crime:
Freedom is the purpose of nature's time.
Feeling alive is the rarest kind
Of emotion to possess and enshrine.
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