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They come in the dead of night,
For eternity they have been a blight
When the sun rises they have vanished,
But still they were not forever banished
We must always live in terrible fear,
Every night we know they are near
Hunting them is useless, for they hunt us,
What can we do, other than simply fuss
With no idea of what we did so wrong,
We just set forth and continued to move along
Still we hear them, and feel their wrath,
They have caught us in their violent warpath
They are the Hunters, and we their Prey,
Many of us fear that there is no getting away
The ends of our pitiful lives are surely close,
How can we defend ourselves with no heroes
Night is drawing closer, within the next hour,
I wonder which one of us they will devour
Since the first night we have traveled far,
Yet we have found no signs of a savior
These beasts must surely be from hell,
If any survive none will believe this tale
We've come to a crossroad, both tragic,
So we do not know which one to pick
Tonight when they come I shall take up a blade,
You would expect fear, but yet I am unafraid
Maybe tonight the beasts will be slain,
Or maybe I will no longer remain
Possibly the dream will lift and fade,
And hopefully I'll be free of this entire charade.
- Title: The Hunters' Prey
- Artist: Kizmarez
- Description: I cannot describe this poem......it gives away the surprise if I do. I can say that it is a bit dark though, you'll understand at the end.
- Date: 03/25/2010
- Tags: hunters prey
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Echo Ligeia - 03/31/2010
- This is a good poem. I enjoyed creativity in word chose and in meaning (I think I get what the poem is about but I won't give it away). I like that your poem is not just cut-and-dry. Also, your use of slant rhyme was admirable. It rhymes, but not quite; it is reflective of the poem - something's just not right. smile
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