Smoking Prey

My sad attempt at poetry :D

Deep within the forest, the boy had found his prey
A deer, young and naive, unsuspecting in its daze
The string was pulled, the strike was true
In a pond of his own blood, the dead deer lay.

Deep within the forest, the boy sits down and pray
On the way back to his village, he was stuck in a heavy haze
Cannons fired, destroying the home where he grew
In a pond of his own blood, the boy cried in dismay.

Smoke and fire, bodies and blood
The boy moving in a scud
Moaning sounds and mourning sounds
The boy's hatred was profound.

The boy was smart, the boy was lief
With a little patience, he found their chief
The string was pulled, the strike was true
And now to death, the hound was bound.

Author's Note

Another traded theme.

Reviews

[L_]

Interesting message, good work

[Ian H Morrison]

very interesting and thoughtfull but like others have stated go back the drawing board and look at your stanzas. but all in all very good

[Davi Rodrigues]

I think you should find a way to replace hound and bound so that it rhymes with something in the stanza.
But it's a very interesting way of letting it on the air whether this is a raid of lycanthropes or not :P