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Does not the heart then know its time,

when even twigs underfoot creak awry?

But the tip of his single horn senses

transparency of poison within that of the stream.

The spotted panther, these majestic lions

(and viper’s done the deed and stole away)…

Nay, the voice of his fear ─ Survive! ─

cannot transcend his very nature ─ Save!

The hunters encircled him warily,

but who pursues a beast that doesn’t run?

The moment is stopped, the chase ─ impossible.

He alone can set it in motion.