He runs through the forest,
a look of terror on his face.
The jaguar is being hunted
and now it's death's race.

The powerhouse of a bear
pounds on from behind.
His shoulders set square,
he's ready to dine.

Faster and faster the Jaguar runs,
his breathing growing heavy and drawing quite short.
He leaps far and crashes over a river,
spinning around with a grin and a snort.

The Bear stumbles through the river,
confusion appearing in his eyes.
The prey has stopped running
and no longer fears his demise.

To the left and to the right,
two more jaguar's appear.
The bear stands, ready to fight
but it's too late, so he fears.

The jaguar was unsafe,
until the bear was so led,
and now let it be said,
That the Hunters become the Hunted.

Jorn Tae'Daenir

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Midsummer, in the year 265 MA.