Creatures of the night...

Creatures of the night,
open your eyes,
don't you dare hide,
behind the darkness of your shadows...

Come out,come out,
forget all your fears,
come out to play,
with your delicious prey...

the taste of fresh blood,
dripping down your mouth,
raw, fresh meat,
oh what a treat....

I sense your thirst,
the hunger inside,
when it comes to prey,
there is no friend but only foes...

There it is,
in the shadows hiding,
are your going to attack it?
or are you still deciding?

There it runs,
as fast as it could,
hides behind a bush,
while you get ready to slaughter...

Its scent lingers in your nose,
You see it hiding,
and you pounce,
Poor little prey dead on the ground...

Like as if it were paper,
you tore its flesh piece by piece,
its blood gushed out,
like a river on the ground...

There it lay,
beating out loud,
filled with life,
without a doubt...

You took a bite,
and it just burst,
poor creatures heart,
quenched your thirst...

As evil as it is,
the predator always gets the prey,
Just like how after night,
comes the day.


By:Chandni Kour Rai-15/12/2010


Its not one of my best poems but, its a random thing.
NOt to mention,lack of sleep for 3 nights and a zombie state of mind. yeah i wld love to have something fresh to hunt down :)