Osman Gani - The Primordials

Osman Gani - The Primordials

As the evening sun dipped in the blood-red horizon, br A gust of Silence came, whispered and then hushed br The warm air that was hastily passing the dungeon br Of thick scrub where the quivering grasses blushed. br br The last flickering of Sun vanished and it was time. br Darkened, It was time for hunting and to be hunted. br The primordial cycle of hunt began in a raw chime br Of survival for the fittest. All hunt now enchanted. br br Night here is so horrifying, even the Breeze dares br To sound its airy hum. Predators roam everywhere. br From the high branches, dark caves, dark soil-crater br And thick bushes, the primordial Eye of Death stares. br br The Primordial creatures trample, fly, glide, clutch br With their teeth, claws, peaks soaked in the blood. br Creatures perish, new creatures emerge here in such br A world of Hunters, Hunted. All wander like cloud.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

Duration: 01:14

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