I was raised with a king, a grey moon on a black sky was his standard and his proud kingdom was 4 houses
He went alone and proud into the dark
I met a wild dark storm, a killer with a soft spot, magic in his eyes, courage in his teeth. He is still in the woods, he belongs with the trees
His mother has a quiet dignity, she spends are days in timid quiet repose, yielding food to her wild son and giving love softly
I held spun gold, eyes the color of the sun on water. A lover who expected nothing, fierce but kind, always ready for a new friend.
Death cheated and snuck up on you when you were young and asleep
My year and a half year old cat died and all I have been able to think about him and my other cats