The hunters and the hunted

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K... so I worked really hard on this. This is my best poem yet, in my point of view.

Crossroads fork the lonely path

Monsters lurk with unchecked wrath

In the dark; where no one hath

Returned back; that's what they say

And they came, their heads held high

Hair untame, a silent sigh

Had no name; they both went nigh

Their new game; that's what they play

With mocking smiles, they hunt their prey

Run thousand miles; you can plead and pray

Swim million Niles, but do what you may,

Your hope, it dies; as your death draws near

They come close, they come and kill

Nothing to lose, they stab with skill

Pain overdose, screams loud and shrill

Warm blood flows, air thick with fear

They make you bleed, and shed your tears

In the moment of need, know no one hears

Comes hot and red, the blood that smears

The hurt and dead; they swing their whips

And hurt, they do; they hurt like hell

That's where you go, when you're hit, as well

Grey, black and blue; they crush your shell

Till you're just goo; and lick their lips

The hunted run, the hunted cry

That's hunters fun; the hunters lie

Say there's no Sun, as you slowly die

And when they're done, they hunt once more

They hunt in rain, they hunt in snow

Bring endless pain, wherever they go

Again and again; whatever they do,

They're quite insane; they hunt once more

So... it's a lot different than my usual writing style. Still, did you like it?

 Still, did you like it?

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