To me, you are but a cafe
Buffet; souffle; filet; parfait
I'll be the hunter, you be the prey
Slice me in twain, and leave my tail.
Lower, lower, lower yet
submerged in water, never wet
Pick me and you will not regret
The leaders stay, the rest all bail.
Treat me as you have my kin
Pin me down, and see my sins
All spill asunder from within
My heart bleeds, though my shell prevails.
Rooted deep within the ground
A being of myth and tales unbound
The net's been cast, and I've been found
In full I stand, behind no veil.
Take them all to find my name
A right mess made, and you're to blame
Then take the rejects, cast in shame
Spin them around and they'll do the same.
The first four stanzas describe my pieces, and the fifth describes my companion and I in whole. The question is, who are we?
Bonus points to whomever is able to point out the cheeky hints I've left in each of the first four stanzas.