Nature of the beast
Enjoy the hunt.
Savour the kill.
Sinew and bone.
Blood let to spill.
Such little flesh.
Least have your fill.
Was not to live.
Only the thrill.
These woods are mine.
I stalk this place.
Of twisted mind.
Outwitting pace.
Driven to hide.
Drunken on chase.
You think me lost.
Drawn to your trace.
Skin my cover.
As be yours soon.
Beguiling trickster.
Lyre or loon.
Quick to tire.
In heat of noon.
Your final darkness.
Night without moon.
Pluck out the heart.
Remove the arrow.
Destroy the cortical.
Suck out the marrow.
With victims broad.
And focus narrow.
Resume the hunt.
Intent to harrow.
Copyright © Ryan Blackborough | Year Posted 2025
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