Trees, tall and thick,
 Silver moonlight washes through
Clouds of cottony black
That veil the moon so new.

Creatures screaming
In  his ears.
In painted body
 The Hunter hears.

Slinking through grass,
Sniffing the air,
The scent of his prey,
 The smell of it's fear.

He tastes the prey
With the tongue of his mind,
 A drug for his senses,
The food of his kind.

The chase begins --
Hunter and prey.
A dance to the gods
The primitive way.

Hearts beat wild --
 Mingled sweat and fear.
Thumping loudly,
The kill is near.

Dodging trees
Through thicket and brush
The prey darts
In a last moment's rush!

The Hunter attacks
The struggling prey!.
The victim's eyes plead
 For one final day.

The motion is swift
The victim dies quick,
As it's body settles
With one final kick.

The taste of the blood
As it drips from his mouth,
Delicious and warm,
Blood trails run south.

Before the sun rises
  More victims will die
With the last pleading look
 As the world says goodbye.

Another night, another dance,
The gods have surely agreed.
He is, indeed, a great Hunter
And Death is full of greed