Art based on a dream I had both when I had a close call and self-harmed. I did manage to get a little poem made via a friend, who wishes to remain anonymous since he was assisted by AI but I still like it and he did do most of it.

In the land of Drakken, where dreams can collide,
A tale of love with no happy stride.
A feline of golden, a tiger so grand,
With hair of strawberry and silver strands.

He fell for a lion, with one piercing eye,
The color on the right, a shade of sky.
Braids in his mane, he was strong and true,
Each time they met, a pink rose he'd strew.

They were fated mates, a love meant to be,
Under the cherry blossoms, so blissfully free.
In the field of lilies, they'd dance and sway,
A love so beautiful, it took their breath away.

But the lion would wander, to realms unknown,
Saving lives and kingdoms, fighting alone.
The tiger would wait, his heart filled with glee,
For the lion's return and a rose, just for he.

Days turned to nights, yet the lion didn't show,
The tiger grew sadder, his heart in woe.
On a cold, bitter evening, he stood all alone,
Holding a lantern, his heart turned to stone.

His tears mixed with snowflakes, falling so bold,
A frozen soul yearning, his story untold.
Now the lantern's pink flames, like the roses above,
Guide lost lovers together, to a life steeped in love.

His spirit still lingers, bringing warmth to the cold,
Though he'll never dance, as in stories of old.
The tiger's love story, a tragedy, not dread,
With lantern in hand, he guides others instead.

So as you see lovers, beneath the night sky,
Embrace your true matches, don't let them slip by.
For the tiger's frozen soul, still lights up the way,
Guiding hearts together, till the end of their days.

Artist  Lemurlemurovich
writer of the poem; Anonymous