An exploration of our predatory instincts, inspired by memories of an evening playing ‘Vampire: The Masquerade.’
Amid towering cliffs of pale red,
My aerie lies hidden in the crags.
The morning sun climbs lazily into the Heavens;
A new day, a new hunt.
Silently, gracefully, I leave my perch and take to the air.
Effortlessly, I soar across the canyon, searching, hoping.
The day slowly passes, uneventfully-
No trespassers; no signs of movement.
I ride the afternoon thermals, the hunger rising inside me.
Wait, what’s this I see?
A flash of motion, a delicate morsel of life revealed-
Prey, to sustain an Eagle’s Flight