The sun sets, your hunger grows. you smell the blood of your prey.
Sweeter it gets with every step closer. You advance on your prey, your
prey is startled. it turns to see you. It attacks, you are wounded, day
light is almost here. You fight for your life, yur prey is stronger as
the sun nears. you get weaker your prey seems stronger. you are slain.
How the hunter be comes the hunted.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Slyphian, in the year 56 MA.