Sam Hughff - The Hunt

I take a step outside,
feel the cool crisp air;
the wind whips my face,
stinging like a thousand needles.

But the pain is not so intense,
as intense as the hunger,
which burns inside of me,
waiting for release.

Tonight I will begin the hunt,
tonight I will quench my thirst.
I will not hunger for days on end,
not after tonight.

I walk in the moonlight,
picking up my pace as I reach the forest;
which is my true home.
Where I can take my true form.

I can run as fast as I want,
freedom of unseen wings.
I can see for miles on end,
prey that will no longer sing.

Tonight is the night I begin my hunt,
tonight I quench my thirst.

Sam Hughff

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