Hunter or Hunted?

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In the heart of a murky swamp so deep,
Where shadows lurk and creatures creep,
There lived a man on the edge so steep,
Playing a game with stakes not cheap.

His home was but a lonely shack,
On swamp's edge, a humble pack.
With courage, not a thing he'd lack,
In this game of hide and seek, pitch-black.

The demon of the swamp, fierce and wild,
With eyes like coals, and temper riled,
Ruled its realm, unreconciled,
Hunting the man, fate undefiled.

Each day, the sun would rise and set,
The man would gamble, life his bet.
In twisted trees, his traps he'd set,
A deadly dance of silhouette.

Through murky waters, dense and thick,
The demon searched, both sly and slick.
But the man, with wit so quick,
Evaded capture, trick by trick.

So goes the tale of swamp and shade,
Of the man and the demon's endless crusade.
In a world so eerie, so uniquely made,
Where in shadows, life’s most daring game is played.