With grace she moves silently…a ghost amongst her jungle
Adrenalin is what drives her now, as it pumps it’s drug through her veins
A fresh wound sheds blood from her neck..she shakes it off is disgust
Her immense muscular body moves almost delicately through endless obsticles
She stands proud as the blood begins to stain her golden coat..but she does not collapse
He has wounded her..but she will not give up..for she was raised a fighter..
She pauses by a river to inspect the damge…peering into the mirrored water
She turns the body of liquid crimson, now tears she was fighting unite with the blood
Now powerless to overcome inevitability, she knows she is going to lose
She turns away from her reflection, “pathetic” she thinks as she struggles forward
Betrayed by her soulmate, he has stripped her from the precious gift of life
By tearing at her flesh he has fatally wounded her in body and spirit
She lays down beside an acacia, it towers about her and she draws strength from its power
Through a break in her surroundings she sees the sun rising behind a massive oak tree
She pauses to watch…as it’s beams crystalise her tears she lowers her head into her paws
Slowly she closes her eyes…the sun warming her weakened body…with her last breath..

She whispers goodbye…