I Hunt the Night

It is my pleasure to post a poem that my friend Amy wrote. While it probably won't have the same significance for those who have not read Twilight and New Moon by Stephanie Meyer, I hope you will still enjoy it.

I Hunt the Night
By Ames

Stalker in shadow,
Hidden from view.
It's so dark down here
For the moon is new.
Bright pinpricks above,
The stars cast faint light.
But it doesn't matter,
For keen is my sight.
I streak through the shade:
No fear holds me back.
There's just one things I fear,
And it's not the night's black.
I fear what I hunt.
I hate it, as well.
Because it exists,
In the dark I must dwell.
A creature of evil,
Some think of me.
But I'm not the bad guy;
This, someday, they'll see.
I hunt the bad one.
The evil is my prey.
The humans will see this;
They'll see it someday.
When they've all shunned me,
Bidden me begone,
They'll all see their error;
They'll see they were wrong.
When their throats are exposed
And poised to be rent,
In terror and despair
They'll wonder where I went.
For I am their savior,
The Protector, their light.
The only one with the strength
To protect them from Night.

Prowling along,
My nose to the ground,
My ears both are pricked
To catch the softest sound.
I smell only earth;
I hear only wind.
I growl with impatience...
'Til the scent I find.
I freeze in my tracks,
Stand still as stone.
The wind I ignored
Now chills to the bone.
Instinct kicks in:
My fear dissipates.
As frozen I stay,
Breathless, the earth waits.
And then with a rush
And a flash of fierce rage,
I leap like an animal
Loosed from a cage.
I run like demon
Fresh out of hell.
The scent is now stronger:
It's all I can smell.
I'm hot on the trail:
My heart starts to quicken.
As I race towards my prey,
I feel the air thicken.
Charged as with lightning,
The air is now still.
The earth waits in silence,
Expecting the kill.
My blood is like fire
As it flows through my veins.
My head is pounding...
The darkness reigns.
I run with a purpose.
All flee me in fright.
They dare not oppose me
As I hunt the Night.
And I know I will triumph,
And evil will die.
For me, only do...
There is so try.
No game do I play,
Nor is this a mock-fight.
It's the most deadly of dances...
For I hunt the Night.


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