# The Hunt

Author: Cordis
Tags: Blood, Hunt, flesh

#1 of Poetry

The fierce adrenaline gush, the clamoring of teeth.

Alas, our collective eyes shine

Blindness shall ne'er be

The gathering of hearts

Pounding for the glory beneath our feet

Thick air embracing us tightly

Directing our formation ever so slightly

Warm blood hangs in the wind

Its pulse harmonizing with our battle rhythm 

There

Nearly a statue

Our Prize

As we bring our chase to a fulfilling end

Our teeth praising triumph with gratitude

Humbled in our salvation

Oh glorious Gaia

We hunt and love in your name

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