You came to me in my strength, my love...
The savage warrior, the noble cat,
Stalking his prey naked in the moonlight,
His razor claws drenched in blood that
Flowed from the wounds of the wicked.

You came with olive branch and dove
To douse the bitter fire in my heart
And call for an end to my hunt that night.
"Let go," you purred. My prey did start
To slip away through the thicket.

I sighed.
I let it go.

You left me standing there, my love, and
I tried to make peace with my demons,
Until your gasp of fear broke through the dark
And I ran to you to see one
Of my nightmares stalking toward you.

To your side I leapt with no thought planned,
Save to save you with my flashing claws.
The beast withdrew, and then we felt a spark
As you melted into my paws
With a tender, kittenish mew.

You sighed.
I held you tight.

But some kits play rough, as you did too.
Your loving bite and sweet raking claws
Stirred my savage's blood to a pitch, though
They sought my weaknesses and flaws
With deadly intent not quite seen.

T'was my prey, not me, that you thought true;
To you was I the monster vile.
And the dagger came from your robes, so slow
No whisper warned me all the while
Of that, your poised blade, razor keen...

You cried.
You let me go.

Your game had become much more than play.
The passion burned within your veins now
As fiercely as ever it had in mine.
This fiend became your love somehow.
His life you gave him: freely spared.

My mind reeled numb. The penitent way
You wrapped my paw 'round the dagger hilt
Brought my heart to stand still. Your tears did shine.
You bared your throat; should blood be spilt?
For minutes at the blade I stared.

I cried.
I let it go.

Our passion rekindled -- double-bright
It blazed, an inferno of desire
That consumed all reason. Desperate kisses
Fanned the flames, caught our souls afire.
Then in our joy, my prey returned.

He took your paw, stole you from my sight,
And whispered council I've yet to hear.
Will you come back? I know now what bliss is,
Though may never again I fear.
Tell me true: will my love be spurned?

Frightened and alone in the dark I cry.
Do not let me go.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Daedalan, in the year 352 AF.