I Stalk the Night

I stalk your night in dress of blood,

a trail of bodies clings to me,

Dragging.

I infect your minds with anguish,

fear, pain, and death, which becomes me,

Torture.

All indiscriminate victims,

I encounter along the way,

Snatching.

Cries and pleas, they spur me further,

Filling my rage with such desire,

Pleasure.

For small moments I feel content,

My endless void slightly fuller,

Sated.

Quickly growing from deep within,

and I rise to the hunt once more,

Savage.

From behind me footsteps whisper,

I battle with naught but shadows,

Waiting.

I stalk her night, my shield of blood,

her body added to my trail,

Honor.



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24 lines

poetry form: Synchronicity
8 three line stanzas with syllable pattern of 8/8/2
1st person with a twist