Nov 7, 2008 SLW


She was bolder than I never knew
A heart within that is wholly impure
I can feel the eyes of a jackal upon me
Of this I was very sure

The tenderest of all the meats
is the heart that beats in my chest
The yellow-eyed jackal wants that meat
Wishes to rip it from my breast

I run into the silent night
the world is black as pitch
I mourn my blood soaked eyes
I hear whispers of 'vicious *****'

It is not only my path that hinders me
but also the future that lays me to rest
No matter how much you help someone
all you have never seems to be the best

I hurt, slicing my body very deeply
leaving my blood upon the blackened ground
I run a trail that is farther away
from the destination I am actually bound

I feel the jackal upon me gaining strength
In the air and on my flesh she did leap
But she kept on running past me into the night
following the bloody trail that I did seep.

The jackal did not see me
not for the animal I had caused
I did not see it at first either
not for the predator she was

I could not blame this hunter
she was starving, hungrier than most
There is no fine dining for this animal
No buffet of morsels and a inviting host

A real host turned from the jackal
no matter that she was its brother
No greedy animals are welcome
if the hunter gorges on the feast of others.

Poor jackal is scared and alone
backed into corners and forced to fight
She is weak and knows no home
refusing to see any hope or light.

nice visuals, and i can't help but wonder how much innuedo is involved here, i see two stories in one. well done

Interesting write......

It is two stories, but about one person and two victims.

Fluid, nicely done

nicely done...