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?
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