This is another poem written by Ravena WolfBorn
The Hunted Becomes the Hunter
I run for my life,
and though it's still light,
I find the darkness closing in.
The hunter is coming,
that's why I'm running,
so that he won't find me.
I'm backed into a corner,
and he's on the border
between man and beast.
I search for a something,
a weapon I can swing,
for the hunted has turned the tables.
I stand and fight
when the hunter's in sight
for I decide to hunt him.
He has led me to this,
and I swear I won't miss
when I go to take the hit.
He's put me through hell,
and the wilderness will tell,
for the hunted has turned the tables.
The world will seem new
when this man is through,
for he will meet his maker.
The chase has ended,
and I've pretended
to be the weakest.
Now, I am done,
and you think that you've won,
but I will be the victor.
This trap that I've laid,
though poorly made,
will be the cause of your death.
For, now that you see,
and you've finally met me,
I am now the hunter.
And it will not change
the life that you've pained
for the hunted has turned the tables.