Final night, out of sight.
The beasts have been set loose, playing their games.
Nightstalkers galore, having their fill on blood and gore.
I am among them, a creature with no name.
Final fight, soon there will be light.
I was set loose, just a beast, all the same.
I hunt, smell and breathe, looking for those that try to flee.
Yet I no longer want to play this game.
Keeping pace I stake my claim, I hunt my prey.
I take the hunter down, knowing in the end there will be a heavy price to pay.