The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Aug 26, 2004
Hunter
Clink,
Metal to metal the sound,
chilling the person to the soul
Clink,
Knife on metal waiting with,
Anticipation to strike to the bone.
Clink,
Moving closer and closer,
As the person lies trapped and alone
Clink,
The knife hungry now as,
The persons tears begin to flow
Clink,
The knife bites as,
Life's spurt flies and slows.
Clink,
The knife sated,
Watches eyes light dim low.