Feel the PredatorA Poem by The Mad ProphetTrying something new. I am a big fan of the World of Darkness, and I used to play Werewolf the Apocalypse. I am trying to capture a similar feel. My picture for this are Vulture's, I like them, they are not really predators unless they have to be.
Running, Rushing, Striding
Through anything thick or thin
Slashing, Biting, Striking
Any scent that I desire
Running focused through the thicket
Not a soul hears me
Stalking quietly my prey
Given the chance, I’ll take it
Running, Rushing, Striding
Nothing can escape my grasp
Slashing, Biting, Striking
Your meat to feed my kin
Rushing quickly so you won’t escape
You're mine now
Biting fiercely into your flesh
So easy to tear you apart
Running, Rushing, Striding
With the right to do so
Slashing, Biting, Striking
This is my territory
Striding swiftly on my land
This is my killing grounds
Striking deadly to your chest
It’s no wonder you fell
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2 Reviews Added on September 9, 2008 Last Updated on September 20, 2008 AuthorThe Mad ProphetCedar Falls, IAAboutI always like taking the next big step through my mind. I am always trying to overcome something as simple as feelings over something. Ether it be good or bad, I try to adapt to it just to push it f.. more..Writing
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