A HUNTER IN THE DARKA Poem by Shabeeh HaiderAt night when half the world’s asleep, And those awake, in sins rejoice, My eyes can see the darkest line, My ears can hear the faintest noise. I sit perched high up on a tree, I watch her moves and bide my time, And when she thinks that all is safe, I swoop down and complete my crime. I strike when she is least aware, My talons pierce deep in her flesh. And when I suck out her life’s breath, I’m born anew, I feel so fresh. I rule the world when it is dark, I do not need the sun and light. The darkness makes my hunger rise, I need to taste her flesh tonight. © 2016 Shabeeh HaiderReviews
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StatsAuthorShabeeh HaiderMakkahAboutWriting poetry is my passion. I have been writing since I was 10 years of age. I love the poets of the Romantic Era and am very particular about rhyme, meter and balance. I have also written many Gha.. more..Writing
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