Predator’s Lure (I Am)
In the heart of a jungle where shadows play,
Dancing in rhythm to ancient tales,
Whispers carried by trees as they gently sway,
Weaving a pattern that never fails.
Summoning fears, veils intertwine and veil,
A macabre ballet in the depths of night,
Predators lurk with their eyes agleam, pale,
Awaiting their moment to pounce and take flight.
My gaze a void, a portal of dread,
Clad in darkness, chilling and cold,
Each touch a caress that fills me with dread,
Leaving behind trails of stories untold.
Seeking the rush of adrenaline’s might,
Yet fear holds me tight in its grip so strong,
Jaws of doom looming, ready to bite,
Silence whispers a symphony of wrong.
My gaze colder than winter’s moonlit glow,
Harbinger of hidden terrors untold,
Yearning for comfort but finding only woe,
In this tomb where nightmares unfold.
Breath poisoned, dreams shaped like a coffin’s mold,
Grasping for light but sinking in despair,
Hope swallowed by darkness’ lover so bold,
Grinning with malice beyond compare.
Presence dire as a storm on seas laid bare,
Primal fear ignited by every touch,
Only by daring can we escape the snare.
In grotesque spaces under the spectral moon’s clutch,
Nightmares born and set free into our world’s grasp,
Darkness enfolds us in its chilling touch,
Fear’s embrace tightening, an unyielding clasp.