He watched, waited and studied
Like a leopard ready to pounce
this meal would set him free
Sinister were his intentions
charm would be the front
Peering from the forest
this beast was on the hunt
He finally found his victim
a beauty through and through
She took him at his word
believed his love was true
Soon the tales unraveled
she could read the clues
The darkness soon revealed
it was all a rouse
© Linda R 2013
Written for dVerse Poets-Open Link Night~Week 89
ugh...that is rather haunting...its sad that there are people out there like this...and they will hurt those that care for them...or they trick too...ugh...nicely spun though...smiles.
ReplyDeleteIn my past this has happened ... sad yet but true
ReplyDeleteFar too many cruel people waiting only to _ _ _ _ you.
Dark indeed and such a great poem!
Often it is the melancholy inspires one to find friendship with the written word. In the least somewhat consoling in that respect.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing . . . you'll feel better.
Hi Brian~Haunting is a great word for the man I wrote this about. Many charmers out there who wanna bring a good woman down.
ReplyDeleteSusan~thanks for coming by. It feels good to write about this past tormentor.
ReplyDeleteHi Jeff~your so right about how writing is therapeutic. I find writing about the painful parts of life can be incredibly healing.
ReplyDeleteNicely done Linda. I enjoyed the rhyming scheme you used to tell the tale. Oh those leopards!
ReplyDeleteHa~thanks Poet Laundry. Don't let one leap out at you. LOL
ReplyDeletea well woven tale
ReplyDeleteThanks Chris~appreciate you coming by.
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