Hunters
By CloudRaven
As the club fills they stand at the bar. Talking,whispering,laughing and pointing. Their evilness can be felt, but never explained. Some knew to stay away, some tempted fate and other stll innocent to yet know the rules. Those were the ones they really craved. As the night wore on they became the hunters stalking their prey. Decisions,made they seek out tonight's victims. My blood curls as I watch the painful ritual. Wishing to change it. Knowing I never can. Iwatch as they work their treachery. As the innocent victim drinks the drink. I weep silent tears as they walk their stumbling victims back to their lair. The innocent never seeing the evil, never knowing the treachery, never to remember the horrible event to take place at the hunters' lair, filled with pools of lust. Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 08:06 AM PST 0 • 10
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