The HuntA Poem by Tomislav Petricevic
We seek blood!
In a whisper I spoke her name,
And she appeared in front of my eyes,
Her mind knew there was another game,
A game where always someone dies.
Shadows emerged from her gaze,
As the thoughts were set to kill,
But unable to fly despite the craze,
She sought my help to strengthen the thrill.
I raised her up high above,
Where she could hunt as freely as on ground,
Swift blows crushed the foes absent love,
Before she devoured them like a hound.
I counted our kills with utter joy on my face,
As she cleaned herself after the bloodthirst ended,
Our hunt, as always, didn't leave a single trace,
And she disappeared, with shadows blended.
Every night we keep doing the same,
Every one of them we will confront,
Spiders, butterflies, who cares for the name?
Me and Luna seek blood in our Hunt.
© 2012 Tomislav Petricevic
Slavonski Brod, Slavonija, Croatia
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