Beta

The taste of blood is on his tongue A scent carried by the wind Haunches move to a rhythmic song A song only he can hear Beneath the moons dim glow His eyes have found the prey His mind is drawn to slender throat And flesh torn away He is the horse and rider A silent Death approaches Space between the two grow tighter But only one will notice The reapers shadow cloaked in fur A scythe sent to harvest A single lone but deadly cur Twisting through the forest Upon his pounce, the kill is swift His jaws are locked in place A final jerk and bones are split A painting of gore and grace Now to return, since he's through With another life he's smothered A Death to all that he pursues A savior to his brothers.