The Winner Takes The Prize

by Cordetta

A poem about Mistoffelees musing over Plato and Victoria

I do not own Cats or any of the characters in Cats. They belong to TS Eliot and Andrew Lloyd Webber

The Winner Takes the Prize

I sat and watched if I could see

Comparing the one you chose to me

He is loud where I am silent

And big where I am slight

He is white where I am black

And strong where I've no might

But he is fickle and he is false

Where I am faithful and true

I can't count the number of times

I've wished to profess my love to you

He is handsome, tall and brave

But he's in it for a laugh

I wish to be your shining knave

The glory of your heart

But alas, I now find that

My fleeting moment has passed

He won the race, you were the prize

And I find that I am last

So please review even if you hate it, but no flames, this is my first fanfic and I'm only learning