THE LAST HUNT by Nick Arndt

Once more into the night.

Banking on faith, in spite.

Every shadow has fallen.

Echoes of wolves a callin.

Safety at his expense.

Courage, the best defense.

Enduring pride and will.

Any chance of a kill?

Sincerity in his eyes.

Running low on supplies.

Bitter the cold, the dark.

Hoping luck will give a spark.

Quiet footsteps cross the ground.

Trying not to make a sound.

Guided by Light, by none.

This will be the last one.

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