Friday, April 26, 2013

The Hunted



The Hunted

The terrors come when the sun sets
Creatures of legend come to life
Walking the world looking
Hunting for the innocent
They search the moors and forests
The darkened streets and alleys
Dimly lit bars full of drunken people
All are prime hunting grounds
Full of the most vulnerable prey
There is never a chance for mercy
You will be hunted
You will die
That is the way of nature
The strong will live
The weak will not
Nature will decide which is which
In her own time
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