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Oroborose

Sanguinous.

The hunt makes me thirst.
The thrill of the chase is divine;
As if this prey were my first.

Ravenous.

Away and away, faster it runs.
It's fear a beacon to me, it shines;
This is going to be fun.

Monstrous.

It has nowhere to turn.
Cornered, it knows it is mine.
It's flesh I yearn- for I am..

Carnivorous.

Poem by CinderyCinder
Coding by Rhian