Predator

It tempts you, the thrill,
it has under control, your will,
You're running, running up the hill,
starving for the last kill.

And so you move, up and up,
starting from the very down as a pup,
Running, running until you're close up,
and striking, fighting your very last matchup.

It's in your blood, in your head,
it looms there, like an unspoken threat,
You've never fled,
in the eye of the dead.

And so you fight, for the pride,
taking long steps, long strides,
Never once you cried,
with only will left by your side.

It's the thing left, when all is over,
it gives you hope, like the last clover,
You're not waiting for the takeover,
and never ever climb lower.

And so your moment, it has come,
hearing the cries of war and drum,
You will take down those in the slum,
letting them cry one last time for their mum.