Stalker Poem by .Pd. is here

On the full moon night that was…
...Dark, misty
Menacing shadows and clouds
Were playing games,
Hell was trying to break lose.

My legs cannot take more credence
Attempting to pull me down,
Legs conspiring with gravity.
Short spurted breaths
Heart banging against rib cage.
Signals of tiredness
Completely exhausted.
But I must run,
Faster than him – MY STALKER.
(To someplace safe.)

Pearly beads of salty water
Dot my petrified face.
Red blood leaves a trace.
Lip bleeds, cuts hurt
Thorns pierce my feet,
But ignoring it all
I scamper on, turning around
I see a bedroom of trees
Trees sleeping, world sleeping
Only me and him awake
Run, don’t think, or my life he’ll take.

Seeing a hut in distance
I decide to make it my refuge at once.
But the hunter is out to get me still
As my pace slows down, but I must survive
At all cost.

Hiding in the hut
Getting some respite
Seeing blackness around
And his shadow closing in
I curl into a ball
He trips over some object
And there he falls
Right in front of me.
I see his eyes
Reflecting what I’m most scared of
Heard a snickering laugh?
Such situations chop courage into half.

Pleading eyes, a whimper
And the KNIFE STRIKES….

…Blood oozes out
But it didn’t hurt!

To my astonishment, it didn’t hurt!
That’s Odd…

What followed was…

A scream
…more screams.

And he collapses
Like a wasted lump.

Owls hoot my glory
How I made you believe
The victim was I in this story
When in reality the hunter was ME
And the hunted was HE!
(I sent him to someplace safe)

I admire the knife laced with blood,
My hunt is over - I go back in hiding
STALK you soon
On the night of Full Moon.

(18 August 2006)