One Voice

Perk your ear and tilt your head
Hear the sounds of the living and dead
Hear the call and heed the voice
To walk or run is personal choice

Feel the beat, hear the dance
Join the rhythm and take the chance
Feel the pulse, yearn for life
Feel the force flow through a hunter's knife

We stalk the prey, we stalk the truth
We hunt the things we sought in youth
We hear the call but turn our ear
We choose to head the things we hear

Give in to scent, release to taste
Feel the call to make the chase
Smell the earth, smell the prey
Dive in paws first without delay

Let your blood boil with need to release
Claws blazing, teeth snapping, piece by piece
The hunt is living, breathing, thrives
To sound the call and lead the drive

Fall into the arms of want
Tame desire and hunt the hunt


Ivan Sunjackal


Penned by my hand on the 5th of Bellum, in the year 490 AD.