Pickthorn Manor: 11

He watched the fish against the blowing sky,
Writhing and glittering, pulling at the line.
“The hook is fast, I might just let him die,”
He mused. “But that would jar against your fine
Sense of true sportsmanship, I know it would,”
Cried Eunice. “Let me do it.” Swift and light
She ran towards him. “It is so long now
Since I have felt a bite,
I lost all heart for everything.” She stood,
Supple and strong, beside him, and her blood
Tingled her lissom body to a glow.