The Lion and the Hunter

I am the lioness

Covered in the black and white wind

Hunting the hunter’s man.

I am prey no longer

I’m a predator on the run

He doesn’t understand.

 

I am the lioness

I will take him down with pride

With his collector’s knives.

Hitting him in the chest

While he’s stabbing me in the back

With my one and only.

 

That poor and beggar soul

He may try to take what he wants

But he will never win.

On my territory

He will never return because

I am the lioness.

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