Crow Her feathers are the color of black siltAt her wake hopes wiltHer eyes are endless voidsThey are impossible to avoidShe is a simple creatureBut do not underestimate her featuresHer nature is selfish and greedy and she eats what is left of the needyIn her world there is no changeEven if you are out of rangeremember when you see her woo she can see you tooCrow
Beautiful BeautifulA word with endless meaningsTainted with thoughts and opinions of different eyesWhether it is an image, sound, taste, or feelingWhether it is light or darknessIt comes in many different formsYet very few who have felt it know what it isAs it has been saidBeauty is found in the eyes of the beholderBut noTrue beauty is found in the being that sees through flesh of ones selfWho have looked passed themselves and beyond their reflectionIt can only be seen with another set of eyes very few have openedOnly those who have seen it may call it Beautiful
True Nature of the Predator Heart beats in thy chestAlerts the beast that once restBurning fire that breaths no lightBrings shivers that cry out "Fight!"Two hands that want but have noneTwo eyes that see only oneHands that of clawEyes that of siteBoth become oneNo Heart Beats as blood runs coldLife and death begin to unfoldMoral and PrimalSleep and Awakened Hunters Moon never too oldKilling is living for meWorthy of prey you may beHonor to the last standing if death shall befallBrothers rise above allTrue nature of the Predator