Predator

His eyes flashed with sparks of silver and gold.
His legs pumped hard, increasing his speed.
His breath came out ragged and cold.
He ran in front keeping the lead.

His fangs dripped with warm red blood.
His claws as sharp as Gin-Su knives.
And as his paws carry him through the mud,
His power and passion drives.

The power drives him on his course.
The passion gives the desire,
To retrieve his pray without remorse,
And to be the ruler he aspired.

He hunted throughout the night.
He haunted during the day.
He was the king of the fight.
The leader of the pack in every way.

And as he led the rest to war.
Like giant steeds from hell.
They reached up for more.
Until the world fell.

His eyes flashed with victory.
And he held up his prize.
So everyone could see.
Their new ruler rise.

Cindy
June 28 1999