The Hunter's Prey

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This is a poem about about the hunter's prey. It is about what a person will do, no matter how much sadness should be involved.

Submitted: April 21, 2012

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Submitted: April 21, 2012

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The gun fires

Powder in the air.

The night is black

The light is sun

Water is the sound.

 

The boat rocks

As I feel the push

A gleam of teeth,

A body big,

But child as it floats.

 

A sigh of irritation

Escapes the air,

A fog of breath,

their eyes then stare.

 

Not the sigh of sorrow

Or a tear,

That now falls from my face

As I touch the corpse

To say my last goodbye.

 

Life is precious ,

When taken out of greed

Not only will the body bleed

The soul will be mislead.

And the killer will receive a deed.

 

Let your life unravel,

And live like the prey you kill,

 

For every death

That you inflict .

Will bring the day

Your eyes will close,

A year for life

Closer to the day of eternal sleep.

 


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