Modern Day Hunters Poem by C H Sund

The lady’s legs glowing
through the night sky
beckons souls enter
darkness of web’s delight…

Shimmering poles rise
grinding slow and rhythmic
while lights pulse and strobe
entranced… the eyes lust.

Their porcelain faces beguile
smiles so real that sins are pure
but their eyes are stalking… waiting
for blood be drained tonight.

The hunters move, the prey awaits
hypnotized and mesmerized.
Schoolboys now… eager they
education though takes money honey.

Intoxicated, delirious, flattered and stroked
must reward for love… they surely do.
Give me more… their egos scream.
The hunters smile… blood they like