ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Hunter and the prey

The crimson light shining bright,

Into his eyes from abhorrent emotions,

Darkened by his prey in sight,

Following the bloody commotions.

A prey with a haunted future,

A prey with her last smile on.

Gearing into the satan,

He lept forward to hold her.

Into his boughs of steel,

With clenching fear and instilling pain.

Into his devil of lust,

Clawing from his animal within.

The prey he thought was meek,

Was no prey at all,

This is where he realised,

The hunter fell in the prey fall.

She broke out of his rope like claw,

Breaking his feeble bones.

She armed herself with her all,

And gave this animal the foul taste of his own creation.

Though she shouted for help,

And she did get some later.

But it was her will and her strength,

Which made her instead, the hunter.

Though she was supposed to be feeble,

But it was the fear which translated into the fury,

Because sometimes, people are pushed to the limit,

Of just igniting their own satans on the everyday monsters.