Hunter Poem by Ara Duhaylungsod

Do you revel 'tis mighty kill —
A prey now slaughtered, dying, still.
With fancy words you've hunted well
T'was a game no soul she can tell.

The smile, the warmth, were but a ploy
Meant to unearth the truth beneath her coy.
For you, she's but a conquest to take...
To kiss, to bed, it's love you've faked.

Do your victims haunt your sleep
At night do you hear 'em weep?
Has your heart ever been at peace
For you have become the cruelest beast.

After All, her heart's never a trophy you want
Only but a memento of that triumphant hunt.