To the Hunt
A shift is approaching
Feral features and primal urges
Clenched fists breaking sweat
Lunar connection, power surges
An apex in the night
With hunger like loathing
For inferior creatures
that roam unknowing
Equilibrium of dominion and grace
From fang and claw
Death will come swift
Exposing flesh, consuming raw
Stalking in thin veil of black
Mangled fur rises on end
Red eyes glide along with prey
Bounding to descend
Detruncating limbs
Jaws glistening with blood
Surgical Evisceration
Fluids seep like a flood
Humanity lost
Lone strangers lost in the night
A Drifter unwary
Of a predator’s plight
Crimson moonlit iridescence
The ecstasy of a fresh kill
But, this night is young
With far too many graves to fill
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