Hunters and Killers

The Hunter finds it so much fun,

To slowly stalk its prey.

To hear their whispers, curses, prayers,

As they hope to see the day.

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These creatures are diurnal.

They see poorly at night.

But armed as they are with stingers many,

They can put up some fight.

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The Hunter, it is without such hassles,

Sees the world in yellows, reds.

Already the prey has been thinned out,

Two of the six now dead.

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The third, it dies through plasma fire.

Head explodes in bloody shower.

The others fire stingers wildly,

Know that this is their final hour.

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One of the prey, it breaks with ranks,

Into the darkness flees.

It doesn't see the trip wire, no,

Detonation triggered by right knee.

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The two others keep their nerve,

The Hunter lies in wait.

Just needs the prey to slip up now,

And then a fifth life it shall take.

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In actual fact they see it first,

Through target lasers, stealth distorted.

Two of them fire, then only one,

With thrown blade, Hunter retorted.

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The Hunter lands on ground with thud,

The prey draws out a small knife.

The Hunter nods, extends wrist blade,

It'll let it fight for life.

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The scuffle's short and brutal.

It could only end one way.

The Hunter takes its bloody trophy,

It's the only one to see the day.

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But the Hunter does not linger here,

Heads off after final grunt.

For always, there's more prey to find,

There's always another Hunt.