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Thrill of the Hunt

Oh, how glorious it was.
The scent of fresh blood,
the feel of the precious ruby teardrops
snaking down between my idle fingers,
like precious liquid gems.

Oh, how grand I felt,
how oh so very alive.
Cloaked in death,
my heartbeat throbbing out
a delicate beat,
all the more active,
compared to his.

Oh, how I laughed.
How I revelled in the glory of it.
I was so powerful
I felt stronger than I ever had
Standing in victory above my victim.

The screams echoing in my ears
like victorious trumpets,
heralding the rise
of a new King.
I WAS King.

Fresh from the slaughter,
my pride shone forth.
The balance of life and death
held in my capable hands.
So I giveth, so I taketh away.
I was a god

The first time, they say,
is always the hardest,
but as I held the dying form,
felt the very life force ebb away
between my fingers,
I was strong
I was in control.
And I saw
that this was what I was meant to be
 
And now...
Now I can't get enough.
Written by happily_insane (Kegan Ethridge)
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