The Hunted written with Madame Lavender

Written for DUP Swingers Party Comp



The Hunted

Under the stairs
Comes one so fair.
A pale skin creature
With Nordic features
Walks into my lair.

   What lies ‘neath the skin
   One can only dare surmise—
   Turmoil….waiting…..

So innocent.
Her days are spent
Under a red hood
Deep inside the wood
Beneath leaves that tint.

   She smiles,
   Wanly, faint
   Flicker of something….

A sorcery,
That beckons me
To come from the dark
Into the light so stark.
She can still the trees.

   She sees more
   Than is realized—
   She awaits…..

I am the beast,
I never cease.
The woods know my name,
They know I play the game.
From the dark I reach.

   She is ready,
   Excitement brimming black within
   Her soul…..

With a growl
I’m on the prowl.
Little girl in red
Should have stayed in bed.
From the woods,
Hear my howl.

   She rises up,
   Gleeful, devouring; unspeakable horror—
   Transformed …..

Ready to pounce
Mind fills with doubt
Look around instead
Eyes are burning red
From the wood,
Comes a shout

   She tears in
   Crunch of wolf bones
   Demon in little girl-guise,
   And The Hunted