Stalking In the Night
I stand alone
on the precipice of life,
watching the Herd.
It is me
the judge
and executioner,
the one who chokes out the weeds,
the reaper of the weak,
the unworthy.
These are the unknowing
builders of my soul,
the appetizers
before the feast.
Now let's step into
the true primal hunt
(setting)
Full moon darkened
by a mist,
an old wood forest,
deep,
enclosing
always silent
the type of night
you can taste in your mouth,
almost feel it
roll across the skin.
That's when I sit back
on my haunches,
waiting for the scent
to hit me,
awakening every nerve.
I leap into motion
crisscrossing the aroma,
moving ever closer
to destiny,
the symphony of my life.
As a silhouette
comes into sight
I pause,
this is a time to cherish,
let's enjoy this one.
I move a little up wind,
to let the prey
catch my scent.
I can see when it hits her,
she stiffens
and bolts.
Now the fun begins.
(chase)
through a small glen,
into brush,
under a dead tree
every second I draw
closer,
around a rock
down a deer trail
almost within reach,
through a small stream
on the far bank
I leap,
pinning her to the ground.
I rake my claws across
her belly
dumping her intestines
then I get off her.
Its amusing,
watching her try to get up.
I watch for the sign
of when she gives up,
starts to repent
then I begin,
ripping a chunk of meat
from her thigh,
gnawing her arm off at the elbow,
tearing more flesh from her chest,
back to watching,
chewing on the arm
like a drumstick,
sucking in her soul
so slowly,
make her suffer for hours,
watching the blood pool up
on the ground.
(Kill)
My heart beats once
and in that second
I grow soft
and bite out her throat.
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