The rumblings of war drums sounded in the distance
He strode across the field of green
Slaked in red
Salt drip, drip, dripping from his meat
When, on the horizon, he saw it
The maw, hungering
It descended upon him
Determined to cut through
White blades consuming the field
Splintering the marrow
Flesh scraping against steel
The rush of fluid like a thousand screams
The quaking rupturing everything in its path
Savoring the lives lost to dedicate this single moment

A satisfying meal