Vittring

Eyes roll back Senses heightened Every sound, perceived Every scent, apprehended Hidden away in the deep Escaping from light Clawing out from the black Waiting to clutch Escape the light My will imposed Playground for instincts If blood is what I spill It was foretold Dance of death Feral display of might Every move interpreted Every approach calculated Eyes roll back Pupils dilating On the trail Led by bloodlust Waiting for the night's embrace Through the darkness I find your shelter No escape Dance of death Feral display of might Every move interpreted Every approach calculated My will imposed Playground for instincts If blood is what I spill It was foretold