[Nehetsrev]

Days to Fade

Predator, coiled to strike...
Prey, wandering unwary...
A moment frozen and seared with flame
Piercing eternal night.

Leaf-eaters mourn their losses,
Sending out their bigger bosses,
But the wiley predator eludes their traps,
Fighters strayed too far,
and so now they play taps.

Leaf-eaters mourn their losses,
"Too many have gone beyond!," they cry,
"Can you tell us why?"
My answer is a challenge,
A call to arms to fight with razor teeth.
Lo! The call is answered by pitiful wretch!

His guns screamed with quest for vengeance!
His cannons fired with thirst for blood!
Maybe not a leaf-eater after all, this one,
I think, I ponder, I grin...
A brave man in pitiful craft,
Though useless are his strivings against my own.
I decide not to send this one beyond...

A deal is forged, a truce is given,
Though lasting it will not be.
A week the leaf-eater and his kin are given.
A week to grow, a week to strengthen.
Seven days to wait until I return
To sink my teeth in flesh of steel,
To rend more gaping holes.
The leaf-eater knows, to sate my thirst, what must be done.

WASTE NOT THIS CHANCE OF MERCY! YOU WILL RECEIVE NO OTHER!

- by F.M. Rachel

(maybe not quite inane, but still poetic I think. *shrugs*)