The Red Dead Warriors
The hunt was on
For seeking truth,
Seeking answers
Locked & loaded
They begin
Like Votans
flicks of the tongue
With that venomous bite
Sensing the heat
Like receptors
The prey is detected
& fangs will arise
Coiled up to avoid capture
The vibration warning
Is sounded
Like camouflaged snares
For field sport
A combat dance ensues
Still able to see
After being severed
Remain calm
& retreat like antibodies
Maybe the only way
To avoid the trap
With presence & agitation
Swallowed whole
Flesh & bone
Prognosis for survival
Is very unlikely
The Red Queen’s
Skin has been shed
To be enlightened
Once again...
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