Taelee 7/14/02
I can never define the terror it was to embrace you,
Never to know if you cared for the thrill.
I can never define the terror it is to release you,
Never again to share in the kill.
I know we will miss you but how could we face you
Apart only in flesh and never in mind?
The three of us charmed and tamed and fed you
Four partners in marriage all of a kind.
I long now to nuzzle and swipe and to bite you
To taunt you with power and strength you may match.
I want now to growl and to tear at and fight you
To thrill with a chase and then let you catch.
I know we will miss but we cannot face you
Our partner one moment but not in the next
The three of us have no choice but to leave you
Four partners in marriage apparently hexed.
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