The lioness

Kryptonite

And it was sad,

that she was to afraid to leave the frame she was given,

more like molded into, really.

Because she held such beauty no man had ever witnessed.

The way her smile shone for everyone,

not hidden from the poor or rich,

the weak or strong,

the sick or well,

the asleep or awake,

neither for the dead or alive.

The way her eyes gleamed,

never failed to blind the world and crash the cars on the lonely midnight roads.

The way her gentle hands cradled all the problems in this world,

and contained them out of our reach.

She truly was a universe, and her beauty strong as diamonds.

A universe to big for this tiny world.

So she was put into a frame and placed upon a creaking wall.

Kept as a piece of art in a shut down, long forgotten museum,

Where no one could see her shine.

Because if this world was superman,

She was an universe entirely made of kryptonite.