…flying

flying into the shadowed darkened corners,
one dares to tread ever so cautiously,
swiftly under the smokey billows,
gently through the sirens calls,
meeting the flames of hades with bemusement,
perching high as the beast saunters forth,
his glare deadly, his might feared,
yet age has been unkind,
the ritual hunting tactics known,
fear manipulation,
flying into the darkned corners one must have their knife drawn.