Gentle and slow, the rhythm goes on,
Each step quite quiet, each breath a song.
Each grumble softer, leaves you in awe,
Pride in his stance, ground shakes under claw.
A new type of foe, a vicious species,
You smell danger nearby, now, you freeze.
You sense your doom, you try to run,
But he is upon you; he wants his fun.
You trust your instincts, but right now they're wrong,
Just as they were for your father and son.
You see him approach - there's no time to spare,
His cold eyes watch you run here and there.
Now he descends, each second he's closer,
Your life is useless, soon it is over.
The last thing he hears are your small screams,
He walks away, with blood the ground gleams.
