Harrowing Hunt

Poetry by Nisandrei V. Cañizares

Here lies half of her beauty, Agonized by trails of deep desires. She quenches for freedom, Justice, and power. Trauma upon a shameful flight. She prowls through the night To quench her thirst, Through a cold and bloody murder.

A fair maiden grazes so haughtily, She veils herself when the beam ascents. Nothing but her astonishing beauty, Captured the world so ironically.

Devoid by her greatest desires, Her hunt to fill that void arouses. She chants in all of her glory, Anointed with oil, she dances in glee. Stretched by unruly fate, She feasts in all glorious gain.

Before the tick of the hunt, Hidden in plain sight. Lies half what mortality is like, Her search begins as freedom takes flight.

Unborn hope she preys on, Lovers she torment upon. There is no room for the meek, In the blood of the innocent, she reeks.

Now here comes a man in dagger and salt, As he hunts for the hunter.

Horrendous monster he must tie

To the ends of Tartarus, she’ll bid goodbye. As she sucks the last soul at dawn, Her screams of terror Echoed the dark woods.

In fear she leaves a trail of crime, Finding her redeeming line. She sought for time; Only half of hers is left behind.

She chanted a wailing cry, In hopes not to die. Bewildered what might seem, An unfortunate dream.

What a shame they did not go past looks, Her efforts to stand by humanity. Left nothing but cruelty, Now she lies with deep uncertainty.

Salt showered her into bedridden; All that she feared for Came bidding into fright no more. As the dagger thrusts deeper, She smiled through her cruel journey.

As the beam arrives, Her misfortunes flash before her eyes; A victim embraced by her victims. Life is ill-fated indeed, Now, mourning has come.

To weather the storm Far from the echoes of land For tomorrow’s worth