The cries of the hunter br ring free within the night br and pursue in damning darkness br through the garden of all sight. br br Evil is reflected from the evil same, br all fights give up disaster br in the sickness of the game. br br Surely, injuries are open br to the predators of stealth, br who venture on to slaughter br with satisfactions wealth. br br Life sniffs the wind br for blood and breath, br who stuggles still br with life and death.