I
look ahead
The
ebony skin of my face shines in the dimness.
Footprints
in the mud
My
heartbeat follows the pounding rhythm of the storm.
A
scent in the air
My
blood is boiling. It's the legacy of the ancient earth depths.
I
lurk among the trees. Only the night is the witness of such an elegant spectacle.
You
Your
eyes
I
don't need my claws any more
I've
already hunted your soul
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