| As the hunters surged within
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| The roof began to fall
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| Fractured chitin underfoot
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| Whilst ichor soaked the halls
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| Then gathering, the pack reformed
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| For once they’d all consumed
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| They flooded from the earth in which
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| The hive was now a tomb
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| A rushing mass of fur and claws
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| The host would move as one
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| Provided each could keep apace
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| Those creatures feared none
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| Each component of the whole
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| A spoke, for now, that linked
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| Dispensable—when it should break
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| The rest would let it sink
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| When river’s water blocked their path
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| They lingered over moss
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| A chain of stones bound shore to bank
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| And each would have to cross
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| They navigated snout to tail
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| The smallest one was knocked
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| As treacherous waters surged
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| It shattered on the rocks
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| One component of the whole
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| A spoke, that now, had snapped
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| Dispensable—it served no use
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| The others would adapt
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| Silently, it understood
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| And, broken beyond mend
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| It watched the other hunters leave
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| Then waited for the end |