Fate

I see you there
Predator on the prowl-
Disguising the beast
Annunciating your fouls…

The prey
Unaware to run
Stays in the role
Blinded by the son…

And the seconds
Run like years
Before any laughter
But long after the tears…

Until suddenly
The predator becomes the bait-
Lying still
Of self-inflicted fate.

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