A Beast at Prey

There I strode
Into the darkness
With pride and purpose
Failing to heed
Your calls and
Protestations
Alone and watchful
Darkness and solemn
And then I pulled
The knife
And walked and waited
The silver metal
Glinting
In the moonlight
It quelled my fears
And soon my shaking hand
Grew still
I waited and
Watched to see
If my friend or enemy would come
Waiting to kill my friend if I must
Waiting to kill my enemy
If I could
Failing to heed
Your calls and
Protestations
Quiet as it should
Quiet as it must
A beast at prey
Invisible

By: Daniel Smallegange