Yet another hunt begins
predators aroma scented in the wind
It's hungry for its prey
continued stalking through the day
Hunters instincts staying sharp
on sights intended captured mark
A game of chess it seems
weaker bones he plans to lay
The story as old as time
feeding beast inside his mind
No thought for other prey
his target mustn't get away
Just when it's seems it's honing in
targets found escape again
A thing so hard to do when
oceans catch would surely do
When's it's not about survival
hunter craves unusual flavor
The taste of fear and terror
the hunters favorite flavor
No party planned for them
consuming catch he'll eat alone
Its not what most men want
lacking guts to make a sporting shot
The prey is caught and bound
while he lurks upon his throne
A feast of fantasy all his own
keeps his prisoner all alone
He loves the smell of fear
he salivates the taste of hate
One thing he could not plan
the anger boiling in her veins
The thing she knows for sure
if he kills to get a taste of her
She'll play the weakest part knowing
his greed will take a larger chunk
In the ravenous way that he consumes
her secret anger that still looms
Suddenly stuck within his throat
no more room for him to gloat.
Evil plans he had for her
left him gasping for more air
Plans to feast on her alone
creates no rescue plan for him
When angers force denys escape
then karma patiently awaits
Illusions tempting bleeding morsel
caught until he chokes
Poetic justice at its finest devouring
hunters prey predicates demise
- Author: Simply Marie ( Offline)
- Published: December 22nd, 2022 04:59
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
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