Step by step, I stroll the streets
darkened by monochromatic shades of black.
Atop the buildings that stand tall and bleak
lurk nefarious creatures and their impending attacks.
Their eyes aglow with a sinister red as they wait with guarded stance
to claim their prey on the streets below at the first given chance.
The innocent who know not of what awaits their fate will soon succumb
before it gets too late.
The air is cold, damp and foul
and echoes bellow of the creatures’ howl.
I grip my coat, pulling it tight,
ready to put up what might be a fight.
Then, these creatures, they see me as I see them
and they suddenly realize, it’s their fate that’s grim.
For they are my prey… I hunger… I feed…
Protecting the innocent whenever they need.
(~ poem by Sheila Renee Parker)
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I’m glad I read this in the daylight. 🙂
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lol… 😀
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Good one. A pleasure to read.
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Thank you.
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I loved that you hunt the hunters!
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it! Here’s a short story that I wrote titled, The Change…. it’s also about the tragic demise of a hunter…
https://sheilareneeparker.com/2018/01/16/the-change/
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Very atmospheric scene and gripping as well. “Like”
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Thank you!!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Love this
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Thank you!
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