Heart of the Hawk
Now the predator,
Once the prey.
Screaming as my days
grew dark and grey.
Blood, flesh, beating hearts,
My life is nothing but a deck of cards.
Shuffled, played, tossed down
My torture, my misery, pound by pound
I screamed as I did what nature carved
And it screamed as I starved.
Two creatures, anything but alike
Days of living like walking on red-hot spikes
One simple, the other searching for a true destiny he'll never find,
One ruthless and instinctive, one so deep and kind
But although for different causes, both shares a common goal
Two different minds, one united soul