Monday, September 28, 2009

Quick as Lightning

My breath quickens,
My heart pounds,
I stalk my prey,
with lighting fast bounds.

Fear haunts,
and slows them down,
As my sword is drawn.
Thin as paper,
Tough as steel,
how it wheels in for the kill.
Plunging through,
Tearing flesh,
without a sound,
the meat is fresh.


Papa Josh said...

nice poem dear...

deasy said...

Really Nice! I Like it..