In Response To My First Poem

Lavished Lioness Lunges with quietness Leaks love, inspired with... Hunger It aches her when in slumber It takes her under Straddling starvation now just preying on prayers stuck in a safari of slayers The hectic hunt continues Various emptiness in the same venue Deadlands. Dead things Then she sees a man. Lavished Lioness Lunges with Quietness sinks her teeth inspired with Fresh Meat. Hunter is hunting He his the hunted Haunted is he So thirsty So drought is his spout Barely air comes out Laying with the land Can not stand A rifle he carries Rustle in the bushes Something's by the tree It is she The one I hunted and here she comes for me In spree SHE'S COMING 9/27/15