Phydela's Prey
By Eric Mortensen [Author Info]
I walk in the shadows,
Shadows of the night.
Stealth is in my nature,
With my cloak pulled in tight.
Sword in hand,
Poisoned for the foe,
I jump at the chance
To bring on deep woe.
Walking alone in the night,
No one around, no one to trust.
Given the chance to kill,
Into the breast I thrust.
Watching my prey fall,
One after another.
All for our priestess,
Killing sister or brother.
Once again, alone I sit,
Feeding on the beast,
Seeing blood all around
As I savor my feast.
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