Under the Hunt

Under the veil, where shadows break, I hunt the prey, no time to make a single mistake

My steps are silent, stalking fate, each breath precise, I orchestrate

I'm swift as wind, no sound, no quake. The night's my cloak, the fear I cultivate

Eyes on the trail, the pulse, the beat. In dark I prowl, my path complete

I circle tight, each step I stake. Closer now, no move I'll waste or hesitate

Their scent is thick, I salivate, the thrill of chase my heart inflates

I'm swift as wind, no sound, no quake. The night's my cloak, the fear I cultivate

Eyes on the trail, the pulse, the beat. In dark I prowl, my path complete

A growl, a snap, the fear cascades. They freeze in place, the calm degrades

With every step I dominate, their hopes dissolve, I captivate