Hunted by Ed Blundell

Ed Blundell

The night falls slowly, dusky shroud,
Dark shadows creep across the land,
A stillness hangs upon the air,
A silence sinister and chill,
The creatures of the night appear.
She waits, alone, beneath the stars,
The silver eyes, cold and austere
That hold no pity or remorse.
Sharp other eyes are watching too,
That are not of the world of men.
An alien hunter stalks its prey,
Watches her standing waiting there,
Slips through the darkness without sound,
Creeping nearer, ready to pounce.
Its lips curl back in hungry snarl,
The slaver oozing over scales.
She hums a tune and dreams about
The evening that she’ll never see


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