You saw in me the things you needed. I saw in you my next meal. And for the time you cloaked me in your love I wore it like a mask. And I was for you the fulfillment of something-- I didn't know what. For a long time I fed in the highlands and returned to you transformed... By the waterfall, the blood from my last kill washed away, the image in the quiet pools belied my savagery... later in your eyes reflected gentleness I would bask in the radiance. I wondered how the need blinded; wondered how wanting something badly enough caused you to find it even where it wasn't. I coldly calculated: it was just my dumb luck! The mystery of your love ended as suddenly as it began... when you first saw Him and, like a curtain lifting, saw me-- you recoiled in horror darting behind his frantic lead into the forest.Birth sign: Capricorn
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