Something strong,
something strange,
as it approaches- its fierceness becomes stronger,
the conspiracy of sounds,
the harmony of virtual predators,
Although we ran for our dear lives,
At first we lay hidden in their busy caves,
the frivolous attention we got,
the haunter became the haunted,
Recalibrating the alignment of order,
nature shifted the course of events,
the chain of time.
they chased us,
desiring to have a piece of our flesh,
lusted after a nibble of our bold souls,
a taste of our blood will give them rest,
as if our death was sabbatical- their solace,
thus, learning these thoughts- we ran.
Where we took off?
Where we'll alight our fears?
Where we are?
Who's the predator?
If we are the prey?
If they'll stop at nothing to haunt us down?
This was our meditation,
as if we've seen our end.
Our burial hymn they sang as they roared,
dare to stop and be slain if you think it's just a dream.
Ultimately, death was a choice worthy of preference,
prioritizing graveyards; our bravery was cheep,
our skins, smoked under this reddish hot sun.
Vultures, Owls and Hyenas made us their stare,
Monkeys stalk us,
as we sweat out our fears- we looked 'take-away',
we became the fulfilment of some passive prophecy,
Dinner is ready,
the lunch hails from our necks,
the fast-breaking of our bones,
the Lions will take our heads,
the Vultures won't share our eyes,
passive Eagles feeling too fresh,
although they didn't save us
yet they graved us.
Mighty were the fangs that approached our tender skin
and the sharpened claws that would feast on them,
they compassed us about,
a typical cycle of chefs,
knife-less butchers to the teeth.
'Ahem',
at the end,
their laps were in our wheels,
in their roles they'll queue,
taking their time,
taking their turn,
awaiting barbecues,
alarming asuns,
a trap was set,
a flap in each net,
none escaped,
except the Eagles that never stoop low.
So it was,
as we entered Mende Market,
as they patronized our goods,
we stood,
bravely as soldiers would at their post,
heralding our victory were our dog
consciously crushing their bones,
sucking out every marrow from impossible teeth-angles,
reminding us that we didn't haunt all alone.
the end.
Written By:
Nameless Calvary
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