I sink into silence as i do into the surface watery
The forest inhales me the slow river envelopes me
tattooed by the night I growl hidden hunger
I move like rumor from village clusters
Rivers calm these bristles
Undergrowth rustles
Hunger I lick, hunger my limbs move
In the pitch black these eyes still see true
I climb into the wooded mountains
I survey it all from higher ground
My eyes scan and fall on prey
Brawn, thrust, I am away
One dash decides
If I bathe in blood tonight
My Shadow keeping speed
Moon don't betray me
I fling my sharpened self across the forest floor
Stealth is prayer, blasphemy viscera and gore
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