A century passes in no time at all,
The hunting and killing loses it's thrall.
Life eternal seemingly powerful and brave,
Now shows it's true face, worse than the grave.
Unable to live, yet unable to die,
My dreams of power so bitter and wry.
I have traversed the world from end to end,
Seeking a place from which to transcend.
A place where i can reach a higher plain,
Life as I know it now so mundane.
I seek the hunt knowing so well the risk,
Mortals now smarter, and their bodies more brisk.
their distain for my kind I dare not refute,
Our numbers now dwindling, without dispute.
Their cunning has grown over centuries past,
Their numbers once dwindling, now many and vast.
An enemy once timid, cowardly and shy,
Now valiant and brave, with hate in their eye.
I have spoken with humans under mortal guise,
The topic of us brings hate in their eyes.
A hatred so clear they cannot disguise.
A few have spoken true of heart and soul,
They know of our pain, my clan as a whole.
They speak of us as victims of circumstance,
And pray to their gods to give us a chance.
This only serves to torment me more,
When next on the hunt over the crowds I soar.
I carefully hunt then select my prey,
The joy of the kill now replaced by dismay.
For aeons I was pleasured by the hunt and kill,
Lately I find it makes me feel ill.
Draining the life out of their shell,
The torment now felt Bourne straight from hell.
