When the sky is the darkest

And the stars dont shine

There is a beast

Who lingers inside

Never sleeping

Always there

Beasts are creeping

Everywhere

Without a soul

They continue to kill

As if it was dull

Scouring the forest

Hunting for more

Never enought

For that is the lore

When the smoke clears

And nothing stirs

There is a man

Drapped in furs

Always hunting

Never still

Tracking the beast

That causes the thrill

Soundless steps

Through the lair

Following tracks

Sniffing the air

He finds the beast

And doesn't dare

Looking into the eyes

He sees something small

A shimmer of fear

Or maybe nothing at all

His hand snaps up

Reaching for the bow

Almost there

Time to get low

Nocking the arrow

He lowers his gaze

Although small and narrow

A baby beast lays

He cannot do it

For it is not his way

Humanity saved two lives that day