Dawn arose in parting with the night sky, shedding light rays.
The thrill of the hunt is what kept them all awake.
Campfires blazing all of sudden to the groan of that cold day,
Hunters lurking in the dimness for their most beloved prey.
All predators die.
And preys do survive, for they are alone.
A royal hunt
A hunt of what differs
A royal hunt.
Arrows bellowed as they pierced the heart of a wolf.
The King of the Pack has faced his own doom.
In the dimness of the morning in the mists of forests’ dew,
Never meant to kill the hunter, but the hunted should’ve been slain.
A royal hunt
A hunt of what differs
A royal hunt (x2)
The hunt of all seekers.
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