Stalker by Ed Blundell

Stalker
Ed Blundell

The sky is dark as midnight dreams,
The blank, bleak emptiness till dawn,
The moon, thin silver scimitar,
Slices the clouds that skim the night.
That night is listening, still with fear,
Frozen and tense with silent dread.
Something slithers through the darkness,
Some thing darker than the shadows.
Wild creatures slink back to their lairs,
Predators shrink away in fear,
As, slavering from its fearsome jaws,
The beast from Hell hunts down its prey.

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