Fear The Hunted

  

Howling at the moon

The echoes his only company

Searching for the victims

That will turn the night red.

 

His internal hunger

For the raw flesh are those

That becomes his closest friends.

 

Those eyes see more then what

The lunar glow can capture

And he smells the danger

Closing in on him.

 

Little do they know

That the hunted

Has now become the hunter.

 

Now fear will become more

Than a four-letter word.

Reviews

[Marie]

Good..the victim turning to find victims....

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Amen.

[Eileenws]

I like how the hunted becomes the hunter. You do a good job of leading up to it. I noticed a few things: (1) Shouldn't closet in stanza two be closest? and (2) in the last stanza shouldn't then be than? It's nicely written. Keep up the good work. Eileen

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you for the review and catching those errors.

[Antony]

HA! I love it, you bad a*s, Ladies beware, my fav. lines.
Now fear will become more
Then a four-letter word.
Tony

[Emily B]

Howling at the moon dark and in plenty of time for halloween.