Hunted

There was a feral power about her, though she lay prone on the bed;
Just behind her eyes he could see it, a shining inner light;
Captivating.
As he stared, the light faltered;
It shifted as if a large cat were pacing her cage.
It was then he realized, that though she was the one tied,
He was the prey.
And he was all but done for while she waited,
Hungry for the feast she would never have to stalk.