"Frederica... Where has my 'cat tail' gone ?"

Inspired by When They Cry: Umineko, just a poem-based fiction.

Oh ~ A Holy Night, For a Wicked Gathering,
The Mistress of The Dark, has called upon her Servant,
Oh ~ On This Tea Table, Set for Dining,
That Servant has Danced to amuse her Mistress titan,

Pitiful thee -- But more so pitiful me,
For I have to endure that sorry sight,
Of a beast wearing its insanity with heights,

Pitiful thee -- But more so pitiful me,
For you have to endure that sorry night,
Of unyielding sorrow that is blinded to light,

(Forgotten, of us, who we used to be)

"Frederica... Where has my 'cat tail' gone ?"
It is by this call that you always (forcefully) answer upon,

"Frederica... Where has my 'cat tail' gone ?"
It is this call that we've woven into an undying song,

"Frederica... Where has my 'cat tail' gone ?"
And where hast thou hid my sanity gone?

"Frederica... Where has my 'cat tail' gone ?"
And where hast thou hid my face gone?
...
Without a face, I am a servant without a duty -- Seal it.
Without a cage, I am a beast without sanity -- Kill it.
Without you -- Frederica -- How can I be free?
Without you -- Frederica -- How can I return to being me?

Frederica, where has my 'cat tail' gone ?
Frederica, where has my 'cat tail' gone ?
Frederica, where has my face gone?
Frederica, where has Your face gone?
Frederica --

... Who had sold them?

- Stu. T.H. (December 9, 2023)