First Taste

Shadows, dancing in the moonlight,
His senses honed, his pace slows,
There is another
The echo of twigs snapping, have found his ears
Coming to a halt,
His breathing erratic from the excitement
Veins bulging with unimaginable force
He pauses for a moment,
Focusing this new found power
Slowly, he recedes into the shadows,
Calmly
Standing, waiting, statuesque
They will all die
The sounds of an approaching creature,
Growing louder with each second
He can hear a racing heart
A sudden misfire comes only seconds later,
The two lock eyes
A man, a warrior,
One who will find terror's human form

Like the blast of a shotgun,
His last fiber has been released,
Inside, a nuclear holocaust,
The burning revenge lunges at a nameless face,
Focused on the pitiful eyes,
Paralyzed waste
Pulling out a dagger, the intensity drives forth
A hollow, wet, crunching sound,
Produced by the dagger meeting its mark
Piercing the skin,
Striking ribs along the way
A pleasant squishing tickles the brain
His world falls into blackness,
Awakening moments from dawn
Finding his achievement hadn't been discovered,
He begins to prepare for nightfall