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.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Quick as Lightning
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2 comments:
nice poem dear...
Really Nice! I Like it..
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