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Bloodlust

Walking through the hard rocking ground,
Snifing through the air like a grey hound,
Hunger drives the animal through,
It is waiting for an unlucky fool,

The scent of the unfortunate prey is near,
The prey should be trembling in fear,
As the moon arises to the sky,
Red-shot eyes that petrifies,
Edged-sharp teeth is revealed,
The fur of the animal is concealed,

As it lies in wait for the right leap,
It jumps so high it lands a few feet,
Its teeth puncturing deep into the flesh,
Swirling, twisting, gushing and slash,
And at last the prey has died,
A tasty meal keeps the hunger satisfied.

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