Lion
I am ageless.
I stalk the night.
I cannot be controlled.
"Cut the claws,
Break the teeth."
This was the advice of your forefathers.
See how well that went for them?
They whisper among themselves,
Those that are left.
I never raise a hand or a voice.
I am just a whisper.
A flick of the heart.
They do the rest.
That is my favorite thing about the human race,
In the end,
Their own destruction,
Will come by their own hands.