A Prowler’s Gift

A Prowler’s Gift

He deals out
In short
Heedless bursts

Murderously prowling
Encompassed
By daylight’s
Tragic fall

To lurk
With a madman’s hunger
Is the truest gift, he wields
In sheer desperation

To snuff
All joys
All ecstasy and passion
That thrives
In envy’s cruel path

It is proudly hailed
At the height
Of his sorrowful being

To live on
Buried
Leagues deep within

Before
Daybreak’s scalding
Gallows harboring
Seething, and reckoning call

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