The Hunter has become the Prey

A sorry sight to see you here

Weak and unprepared

Shivering in the rain

You act as though you're scared

But what could you be frightened of?

Why, it couldn't be of me.

A lowly harmless spec of dust

Inferior to thee?

Perhaps you fear a dire seed

You planted in your reign.

You fear the torment you inflict

Will haunt you in the end.

You plead pathetically for mercy.

Calling me your friend.

You say that you alone

Are the one on which that I depend.

But I remember all those nights

The blood, the sweat and tears

I remember being nothing

And now that's what you fear.

You realize I'm unforgiving

And your life will not be spared today.

The tables have been turned

The hunter has become the prey

PNotes: This poem was inspired by the short story "The Most Dangerous Game" by Richard Connell. You can read that story --->HERE. TOP