Suddenly a ring
Appears around her feet,
And whip in her hand
Makes her lungs retreat.

Here comes the tiger.
A flood,
An ambush.
His blue eyes searching
For a place,
A blood rush.

She turns her head,
He snatches her heart.
But she's not dead,
She's just filling her part.

The tiger snarls.
A growl,
A roar.
She's falling
Again,
For one who makes her sore.