The hunter quarrelling with a mislain bolt never copped his watcher
When struck on side his bolt away slide toward shape like velociraptor
From parting ferns it leapt all-kill, no requirement for a doctor
Agonised his scolded wit lamented not having copped her
Tendons tore and skin ripped o’er when tiger teeth viced his flesh
Through stoven ribs, it dragged cruel fangs toward his waiting breast
When tiger’s head shook violently, it tore off his shoulder clean,
About its repeating jaw red viscera, gut-gel, gleams.
Alchemisland 
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