The Hunting

The predator eyes his pray
The feast that he beholds is that of fire to water
Love to Steal
 
She looks upon her predator with hunger
She longs for death
Life has nothing for her
The land is barren
Her tribe is far
But she will not die submissively
She will raise her arrows
And fight. 
 
She turns from Sodom
And runs
The veins through her body expand
Her heart beat quadruples
Adrenalin comes upon her like a robe
And the prey flees from her predator.
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