You are the hunter I am the prey,
Before your victims passing let me pray.
Look far and see me not, Turn around
but still you see me not, did you hear a sound?
No, it was not a word just a whisper in the wind,
Hear you this" on this hill I shall defend."
It is my right to love and it is yours to hurt,
Now the flames you have set dance upon my body and it is burnt.
You look through the ashes and find nothing… you hear my laughter.
Yes, I mock you in the trees; you see flashes of me and shall soon here after.
Fast and faster your run to find your prey but alas I am not here;
Nowhere to be found am I but your hear me, now you feel the fear.
The fear of the prey; no longer do you believe you are the hunter and I am the prey,
Because I am you and now I hunt to your dismay.
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