Twas a warm summer's breeze
When a lone sloth felt at ease
Her prey was in sight
She was ready for the fight
Even if she was slow and light

Twas a warm summer's breeze
When a fierce dragon bleeds
Enemies to death left and right
Blood surrounding crimson bright
In the hunt the silver was delight

She was hyper for a brief second
About to sleep when he beckoned
'Come with me. Let's hunt and kill
For in the pursuit of prey is a thrill
Where your survival depends on skill.'

It began in blood, a forestal tale
Romantic and true, as enemies fell
It began in blood, offerings to make
Through the world, preys lives to take
It began in blood, our feelings awake

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Mayan, in the year 1008 AF.