Who doesn't like oneshots? [ON HOLD]

Cat and his girl

A/N

Okay, I wanted to write some poetry. I've done it a couple times before(Lightnings), but I wanted more, so... Here you go!

The night was dark. And cold. And lonely.
A trap has closed. And no escape
Was possible for little girly.
Her eyes were wide with fear and hate.

"How dare they?! Why?!" Her voice was poison.
The wild cobra in her soul
Hissed angrily, the rage in person.
The girl let out a painful howl.

This was a cage, a cell, a prison!
She wanted life - and that's the price?!
The agony of aching treason
Turned into knot in her insides.

But they won't get away with lying!
Oh no, she'll always make them pay!
And after years of slowly dying,
They will surrender to her reign!

A silent "meow" got her attention.
She looked around, saw a thing.
It was a mix of fear and tension.
Alone, like her, too scared to blink.

"Hey, it's okay." The girl said, smiling.
And, for one time, she felt no rage.
She took a step: "Don't worry, tiny,
I'm just like you, trapped in this cage."

The creature purred and came to girly,
So little, but without fate.
She took it in her arms and, surely,
It broke her hatred, fears and shame.

Two souls united in their aching,
Have finally felt simple love.
And they stood there, a little shaking,
And each kept other one alive.

"Let's go, my friend." The girl then nodded:
"Will you help me with my revenge?"
The kitten meowed and swiftly followed
The one, who gave him warmth, not pain.

For years and years they were together,
But their plan failed. Girl has lost.
Despite the danger, cat would never
Abandoned her, who he loved most.

They sat in pit, the death was coming.
The girl was sleepy. Her friend purred.
His heart was hardly ever beating.
Her hand was petting his soft fur.

"This is the end, my dear Winslow."
She weeped, and hugged him even more.
The cat did not move, breathing hollow.
Is this what all his fight was for?!

The girly sighed, her green eyes rolled,
And she lied still, no more alive.
Her Winslow frowned and weakly howled,
For one, who granted him his life.

He had just one, not nine or seven,
And it was coming to an end.
"I guess I'll meet you in the Heaven"
He thought. "Goodbye, my dearest friend".