Like a Moth to a Flame
By: jelliclesoul635
Summary: This is a poem depicting Macavity's pull on Demeter with his magical abilities and Demeter's battle to break free.
A/n: Please review. This is my first new post since I've started college. Also, I apologize for the lack of gaps and spaces between stanzas, for some reason I couldn't figure out how to keep the uploading/editing program on the website from automatically deleting my spaces. My apologies for the inconvenience!
Disclaimer: I do not own CATS.
You look at me,
And my resistance melts.
This power over me,
Only you possess and no-one else.
You lure me to you,
With just a smile...
I can't avoid it,
How you beguile.
I try to run,
But I can't hide.
You seek me out,
From the shadows of night.
I cling to sanity,
With all my might,
But you wrench me from grace,
And I lose the fight.
Your menacing grin,
And your devilish eyes,
Raise terror within me,
Escape? I don't try...
The raging battle,
Within my senses,
You easily conquer;
I've no more defenses.
You've got me now
In this hazy spell,
I can't break free
From this mystical hell.
Scurrying like a frantic mouse,
With their tail in a trap,
I give it my all,
But I'm still in your grasp.
I'm in this trance,
Like a moth to a flame,
It's a spell I can't break,
A freedom I can't claim.
This bond I can't sever,
Does not define me,
I'll find my voice;
Discover courage and bravery.
I'll abandon this shell,
And detach from your hold.
I'll become a new feline,
Brilliant and bold.
The prison I've known,
Will be a blur of my past,
I won't let it haunt me
Although the memories will last.
You'll hurt me no more,
Not even through dreams
I'm finished Macavity,
You wait and see...
I'll draw you near,
Show you my pain.
No longer the moth,
I'm now the flame.
The tables are turned.
The battle is won.
I am the victor,
Your gain is none.
A/n: Have I lost my touch? Or am I just a little rusty? You tell me! Please?