Be Prepared
Whispers in the blackened night
Tell me of oncoming danger.
I must take heed, be ready to fight
The advances of the coming stranger.
He comes with a mission, intent to kill;
Take my life, all for his pleasure.
Why would he do it, what is his will?
I must prevent it, at all measure.
I am but a victim, an innocent, here,
Somehow I was sent a warning.
My mind had spoken, must shed all my fears
And be ready, I must be disarming.
When predator comes, I’ll be ready, I will.
He won’t get the drop on me.
I won’t be of the many that he had killed.
For I’ll be the last one he’ll see.
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