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Death’s Lives

Five Senses

I raced across a silent land,
Obsidian claws slicing the grass.
I was a beast at Night’s command.
A looming shadow, a lean black mass,
A harbinger of Death’s grim pass.

I reached a line of towering forms,
Calloused paws skimming the leaves.
I was a ghostly chill of a static storm.
A seamless creature, through trees I weaved,
A brush of Death to be believed. 

I caught the scent of a terrified deer,
Long dark snout sniffing the ground.
I was an animal that preys on Fear. 
A relentless hunter, a tracker hound,
An indomitable stench of Death unbound. 

I heard the snap of a nearby twig, 
Dagger-like ears standing straight.
I was a listener of all, small and big. 
A rumbling thunder, a calling of Fate,
A sharp gasp of Death that does not wait.  

I spotted the pelt of my cowering target,
Forest green eyes latching onto the hide.
I was a demon of sight, only scarlet.
A signal of slaughter, I prepared to collide,
A beacon of Death who does not subside.

I tackled the fragility of my helpless meal,
Glaring white fangs sinking into the nape.
I was a leech of endless desire and zeal.
A soul-sucking monster, an unflinching shape,
A platter of Death with no escape.

A harbinger of Death’s grim pass.
A brush of Death to be believed. 
An indomitable stench of Death unbound. 
A sharp gasp of Death who does not wait.
A beacon of Death who does not subside.
A platter of Death with no escape. 

I was all these things as I beheld Death’s triumph.
I was all these things as I leered at Life’s fall.
As I watched Mother Nature’s flame fade from the eyes,
Then turned and raced back to claim Death’s lives.

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