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The sun is sinking lower now;
The night is drawing nigh.
Apollo takes his final bow;
Darkness shrouds the sky.
A man, alone, is searching here.
He has not seen this change.
Then suddenly, consumed with fear,
He finds this region strange.
He knows not how he found this place, but knows that he must flee.
For here, Death has a feral face
Which too late, her victims see.
Little does this lone man know,
Death's feral face looms near.
And as he strives to dodge his foe,
Death's steps he cannot hear.
He halts as flora grow too dense.
He turns to the open way.
At once he stops, his body tense,
and doubts he'll see the day.
Her body taught, the panther leaps
Toward her frozen prey.
And but one thought the dead man keeps:
"I'll never get away."
Bright claws flash and white fangs gleam
Beneath Diana's feet.
For miles around we hear him scream
and hear HER tearing meat.
Her gold eyes glow, her black coat shines,
She roars her triumph loud.
Dignified, as she does dine,
she is forever proud.
The moon is sinking lower now;
The day is drawing nigh.
Diana takes her final bow.
Sunlight paints the sky.
A man, alone, is walking here,
Searching for a friend.
He'll search all day; he has no fear.
And he'll search 'til this night's end.
~Robin Rousseau
'Shadow Klaw'
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