Saturday, December 20, 2008

The Predator, Preyed Upon

On a pale, foggy, dew kissed dawn,
Emerged two jaded images out of the dark.
The young one carried a long shovel,
While the older clasped a blood stained prong.

With cold sweat running down their spines,
They stepped out of an old yard of abandoned graves.
The aged, impious beast was now dead and obscured.
It would return no more to quench its insatiable thirst.

Deep down, its mind, lurked lust without a moment of respite.
A pretentious companion of good conduct to the world.
Wedlock was a subterfuge, and infidelity was its way of life.
Before it could prey on its own blood, the predator itself became the kill.

5 comments:

Muse said...

Something to do with the mind?
I mean,thoughts, old and new?
I'm not sure I got this one right.

Winnie the poohi said...

whoa! darker and darker! Whats up?

Eli K said...

“..The young one carried a long shovel,
While the older clasped a blood stained prong…”

Strange creatures, secrets and some mysterious facts…
Who’s to be blamed?
Interesting text. Intriguing one!
Hugs,

eLi
:-]

The legend writer said...

interesting concept. liked the language. goes fine with the idea. good job! thanks for sharing!

P.S: i loved the lines - With cold sweat running down their spines,
They stepped out of an old yard of abandoned graves.

Lavanya Snigdha said...

The moment we let instances take over our mind we are letting it take over our life...

The only way to go about it would be to brush it off your sleeves and walk on tall. :)