A solitary lion, stalking his prey in the heat of the noon day sun. Laying close to the ground, eyes alert, out of a herd he selects just one. The elusive prey, blindly ignorant, of the innocent blood he is about to spill. A heart that's beating will soon be silent, as he draws stealthily in for the kill. Sensing weakness, compassion obsequious, to his instinctual desire to eat. Her fragile frame, will be all that remains when the circle of life is complete. With one graceful pounce, using every ounce, of muscle, bone and flesh. She feels his power, his strength, his muscle, his hot and sensual breath. Towering over her beckoning body, clamping his open jaws onto her neck. An erstwhile king, forcibly pinning her down, to the hard and stony deck. Triumphantly resolute, basking in the subtle afterglow of his usurpation. No precursory judgements, just a desire to prevent his emasculation. The law of the jungle, clearly stating, only the strongest shall survive. Life is a journey and death the conclusory, be thankful that you are alive.
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