Prey

Bridge to Bridge, these mountains are lined
Where the deepest tropics are lying below
Where there must hide a tattered black feline
Wounded by an arrow from my own bow.

Though it escaped from within my grasp
From my disciplined will it never will
And even the gods can't change my path
For it feels that they have burdened me ill.

I tire as I hunt not for game nor the game
While each kill satiates my own lust.
I hunt this feline to fill shoes of my name
And if it is so, my soul shall be lost.

For across each bridge and down the incline
There hides away fate and it will be mine.