Predator

*Written for Abed's Hunger Games Contest Round Two*

Haunting flashbacks parade through thy mind,
of a biting Siberian night,
where prey never did stand a chance,
for it haplessly ran straight into a predator's jaws.

Air was chilly, while the night was hostile;
and the little lost lamb was led towards certain slaughter
stumbling in unabashed terror, unable to find even footing,
heartbeat rapidly rising

while the predator crouched in preparation,
like a lion stalking it's next meal.

Adrenaline abundantly mounting, claws curled; terrifying teeth bared,
readily waiting and willing to impale such a tiny, little lonely lost lamb.

Somewhat apprehensive, yet ripe to terminate,
as heavy raindrops splattered to turbid ground;
while a howling wind crashed all around,
causing temporary deafness and blindness for both
such an unequal opportunity, as they plummeted into one another;

a hastily grabbed, garbled and gambled opportunity,
for the lost lamb felt it's bones fractured fragments
silently splintering, letting out a bellowing agonized shriek,
quickly crumbling to the muddy floor.

Letting out a feral ferocious, guttural growl, shiny spiky teeth bared
mane flying freely in bitter wind, eyes large with lust and greed,
as the puissant predator lowered his unyielding form;
tearing into the lamb's throat.

Watching the life slowly drain into nothingness,
little lamb twitching, soaring fear,
while the lion hungrily tore apart his victim's flesh,
no part untouched
twitching, tossing, jerking;
Still.

Eyes clenched tightly shut,
as the images filter maddeningly slowly across thymind
Never asked for this, only it's kill or be killed;

...

and that lion was me.