Pain and death, Loom ever near as Shadows in my mind. As a black haze Worms it’s way in Robbing my vision. Anger and misery, Are hidden behind A locked door, Quietly awaiting My downfall.
Try as I might, To escape from the Gilded gold cage With its barbed thorns, There is no oasis for me. For a hunter Is on my back. Waiting patiently, Hands steady, As their eyes narrow. Focused on the hunt. Preying on me.
Only one of us Can survive In these unforgiving Woods of yore. So tonight I must transform. I can wait no longer. The hunt is on As I become A bird of prey preying upon The hunter.