Xigbar's Hunt

by The-Z-Enigma

Just a short poem I wrote for my friend, based on a picture she drew that I'm enitirely in love with.

Trees rustled,

Bushes rocked,

Hidden and silent,

The Xigbar stalked.

Cloak of black,

Two toned hair,

Eyepatch tight,

Xigbar was there.

He studied his prey,

Black cloak and sneer,

Long blue hair,

Saix was his deer.

Xigbar found the target,

An X, long and pale,

He smirked, and twitched,

His long ponytail.

Saix stopped in his tracks,

And looked to the side,

But he skipped over the doorway,

Where Xigbar did hide.

The hunt resumed,

Xigbar notched his bow,

He pulled the string taut,

Aimed again, and let go.

The arrow flew through the air,

Wind streaming back,

And reaching it's target,

Stopped with a thwack!

Saix stopped again.

Paused, and reached up,

And pulled from his face,

A red suction cup.

With a murderous glare,

He turned, ready to flay,

But saw only a ponytail,

Whipping away.