Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Path - a draft of a waking dream

The path is dark again
The trees so dense
That moonlight cannot penetrate
Nor the stars

On the dark path
I am the black panther
Stalking my prey
Longing to devour

I pounce and tear the flesh
Devouring and disemboweling
Warm blood absorbed
Into my black coat

There is no light
The trees are dense
A perfect place for me
To stalk my prey

Night after night
I slink through the jungle
I find the flesh

No light can touch me
The trees are so dense
The path is dark again



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