Fire crackling, raging inside her heart,
burning impossibility apart.
Hear the thud, pumping blood to lung.
Eager eyes gaze at a high moon hung.
Like diamonds are those eyes;
a vision so sharp, staring
towards midnight skies.
Golden irises mirror the full orb
with loving adoration.
Teeth like a sword,
bared in determination.
She smells the scent of survival.
Excitement; a predatory revival.
Paws smack an earth so covered in snow.
Natures warning; the caw of a crow.
The Chosen lifts its antlered head,
sees the creature to which
he's about to be fed.
He runs, a lightening bolt to freedom.
And so the hunt begins.