The Ghosts In the Darkness

Two majestic lords of the African Savannah, Strike without cautions warning, or roar's announcement. Nomads, prides outcasts, existing on the fringes edge of Survival. Instinct's primal predators, golden phantoms, shadows Haunted silhouettes passing in the night, casting eerie images Against canvas tents, and fire lights burning embers. On heightened senses of enticement, these living Killers, smell their preys fear, thus so crossing the line, Cutting deeply into man flesh, leaving bloody paw prints Behind them, and giving birth to their own legend. Translucent specters, blending mirages melting, Within the tall grasslands scrub brush, as if creatures Of illusion, brushed by the hot Massai winds. Caddish yellow-green eyes, pierce through humanities Nightmare realm, for in reality's harsh view, it cannot Be real, these ghosts in the darkness. Carnivorous hunters patrol, the devils backbone, Known as Tsavo, skeletal bone collectors, Relishing in their trophies prize, beware their talons Sharpened claws. Man-eaters, rulers of this lost garden of Eden, In the lions den, the bones of the dead scream in silence. In this blood sports arena, these kings dominate over The kingdom of men, dominion’s red cloak, is Soaked in crimson's red, dripping freshly downwards Towards hells cavern. Mankind's greed, does drive this army of the walking dead, Stalked by these feline demons, of the nights abyss. Progresses iron horse must reach the African interior and If poundage cost be in flesh and bone let it be so, paid. Rushing waters forge, laid by steel rails bridge builder, The holy architect whom carries, the long rifle of justice, Assumes responsibility's heavy shovel, of the living dead's Burial grounds. Man vs. beast, teeth vs. bullets gunpowder, in the rising Suns twilight, one shots sounding ends the fight, and alone Lord remains to grieve for his fallen brethren. In rages vengeance, the last warrior declares angers wrath, And he is so slain by hail's gun blast. But in Tsavo, the people still watch, for in legend, ghosts Never truly die, yet remain hidden unto the hunger returns, Beware, these ghosts in the darkness. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN