The Mind of the Hunter (standard:poetry, 147 words)
Author: LifeStained	Added: Sep 15 2000	Views/Reads: 4000/6	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is short, twisted poem of a killer on the prowl. The description is subtle so as to enhance the overall intensity.

Darkness is my chosen home                                             
Blackness fills my sky                                                  
I am a hunter on the prowl                                              
And you have caught my eye 

I will never learn your name                                           
I will soon forget your face                                            
Who you are, I do not care                                          
Your blood will paint this place 

I do not want your money                                              
For what I have, I earn                                                
Your body does not tempt me                                            
There is something else I yearn 

I long to watch your body drain                                        
To see your lifeforce stain the grass                                  
To stare into your lovely face                                         
And watch your blue eyes glass 

It is a truly special thing                                           
To share in someone's death                                            
I feel a joy I can't convey                                            
When they take their final breath 

Now my business here is done                                          
And I must take my leave                                               
But I will see you at your grave                                       
As I watch your family grieve


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