The Hunted

A.W. Nutter The landscape lay virgin and white Warm breath fogging the morning air Resting during the day, hunting at night Hunger driving you from a secluded lair The sun revealing diamonds in the snow Making it hard to follow the deers progress Testing the tension of the homemade bow Survival depends on killing the defenseless Instincts scream, do not cross the field Demons are searching, they never rest Foolish child, you must stay concealed Shelter was provided deep in the forest The deer fail to notice death approaching As the arrow seeks out one creatures heart Falling to your knees you silently start praying God, capture this animals spirit as it departs Body of the conquered, provides fading heat Darkness fills your eyes, stars explode into view Nothingness follows, consciousness in retreat Life slowly returning, everything looks askew Your feet are dangling slightly off the ground Involuntarily shivering from lack of warmth The creaking of old timbers the only sound As your body gently sways back and forth Barn door swings open, true fear walks in Retrieving a steel bar from a dark corner Void of compassion as he listens to Satan This once loved man became a stranger A rough hand caresses your ribs and back Demon laughing as you try to move away Enjoying your agony waiting for the attack A mocking voice says, welcome home stray