The hunt begins
He stood in the tall grass and stared across the plains
When a bison with blackened eyes cut through his gaze
A soul heavier than the fur its flesh adorned
Like a bog in muck his feet did bore
The beast approached, burdened by no man
In a voice like a bellow from the core of a mountain it spoke
Get off my land or I will crush your skull
Beneath my cloven hoof I will spill your blood
The hunt has ended