'I will wait for you,' the Lioness stewed. 'It is inevitable that you will come by if I lay here in my den watching, waiting long enough.'
The Bovine on which I usually prey has migrated away, for His watering hole has died up. Besides, this predator deserves a more delectable dinner. All I must do is wait, wait here primly positioned. You see, our stars are crossed and we are destined to take each other down in flames, to destroy one another in our conflict. The Sun compels us!
So I wait, night after night, secretly pining for you to come. Eventually my obsession is rewarded. Along you trot, tall and proud, looking fit and with bow in hand. I quiver at the sight of you, and suddenly question my resolve. But this is the moment I have been waiting for, wasting away for all of these nights.
I pounce, letting my presence be known. There is low growling, the stomping of hooves, all taking place in a choreographed dance. After a brief yet emotional upheaval you draw an arrow from your quill and aim it skillfully at my heart. Without hesitation you make your shot and I am helpless to resist. Away you run, with head held high, and I am left, bleeding there, still enamored by your majesty.
No comments:
Post a Comment