The Prey Is Near

Posted by CMG on August 16, 2022

1 min read · hunt, death

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smell the blood lingering in the air,
nostril, brain, his eyes follows the prey
through the trees with nought to wear
he follows suit, he's there to hunt, to slay

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the wounded prey drags a bloody trail
the winds filled with fright, reeks of fear
once a brave Huntress, now broken and pale
she retreats slowly, cautiously to her lair near

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he follows certain and hungry a red road before him
dragging him ever closer to a dark and hidden place, a sanctuary
he enters without fear, though the place looks rather grim
he do not notice the writings on the wall, alas a petty,
it told him to be wary

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the tunnels stretch for miles on end, leads him on his final journey
a killers instinct never fails, yet it can't distinguish between the hunted
the red slips up to just a drop, the prey is at the hunters mercy
a red line drops between his eyes, a preys instinct can't be trusted

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