No Glory

At night I fly
While most are asleep.
I see some signs of life,
Some creatures like me
With no need for the sun.
I am the hunter in the darkness
Following faint sounds into faint shadows.
Unseen,
Unheard,
Unknown until the touch.
Not a touch of death,
Though this my prey soon knows.
Mine is a touch of life,
For through death there is life.
And eventually we all move on.

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