“It seems all I had to do was to rearrange the words. Finally it’s ready to be shared. The poem is the third one in the line of the gory series of those I have written. Have a read and tell me your critique. Personally writing this one disturbed me so much that I didn’t bother giving it a second look for about 8 – 9 years.”
The tail tucked canine whines
And the dreaded feline whimpers
In this silken full moon night
A psychopath simpers.
Wandering in the alleys,
Dark and labyrinthine,
He searches for the ideal prey
To be dangled on his line.
The hunter has his own laws,
He strikes at the precise hour,
With his subtle claw,
Roams around the old clock tower
The champion of disguises,
Keeps an unwavering gaze
Over the oblivious damsel
Trapped in the devils maze
Blonde or brunette, he doesn’t care
Be she dark or be she fair
A quiet stab and a swift slash
Is all he has to spare.
Like a serpent, he slithers away
Into the darkness, grabbing his prey
With crimson talons digging deep.
He takes her to his trophy array.
His demonish brain goes tick and tock
As the month slowly passes by
Like a werewolf comes out to hunt again,
Under the radiant full moon sky.
18th Dec 2013
Archie's Doorstep 