We begin as two and end the eve
as an entwined singularity
when the witching hour comes.
Savage knights in white satin,
we dual, in the four poster arena
with chalice and blade.
We engage, slaying each other,
both predator and prey
on the plains of the lion king.
Both of we win and we both lose
dying together, feeding on our teeth,
drenched in glands and heavy breath.