The Hunt<o></o>

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Smelling his fear.

like an overpowering perfume

Hearing his steps.

as if they were thunder from the heavens

Stalking the hunter.

as if he were prey

Watching his moves.

like an invisible spectator<o></o>

He clings to his weapon.

as if it could save him

He prays to his gods.

but do they hear

He talks to himself.

like a man who’s insane

He speaks to me.

let the hunt begin<o></o>

I pounce my victim.

as I would any deer

He screams out in shock.

like he didn’t know I was here

I end his life quickly.

but not without pain

The hunt has ended.

so much for that game. <o></o>