.The bird soars
The winds whips
her hair swung
eyes held tears
the tears showed fear
running looking back
never look back, he told her
but she did and she fell
into his trap she fell
struggleing to escape
she would never escape
nor would she live
he slit her wrists
and watched the blood flow
he never cared about her
he waited for this day
her death pleased him
he stood above her body grinning
grinning with pleasure
eyes cold, hard, uncaring
He is the hunter and I was the hunted.
