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| In her awesome half-sleep tigress listens to the shocked
and empty air keening through the glade where they last met only precious shining days before � They had tumbled joyously among the leaves and petals of their past and present love, spilling scent and sound and touch into the magic air, laughing when their passion changed into white heat and birdsong clouds that spiralled out to harmonise with planets, suns and stars. |
| He had out-glowed the cosmos in a purr and rolled
her round fierce claws, teasing her with tenderness, but she knew him well and always kept herself only just within his reach � Today the glade is empty, wind-cold leaves and petals dance a tale of dark opponents who took the lifeblood that had only ever sought to love. They never knew that as he died he gave himself to their fevered need for blood and satisfaction. |
| She scanned the silence for the One who knew
her name, her scent, her song, her soul � Yet the promise that they one-breathed in the glade still lives and when dawn decides to wake her world with hollow light she will roll softly, slowly, in pure velvet dreams of planets, suns and stars. |