“Savior” of the Prey

There was once an elder predator,

He hunted his prey in the dark of night,

stalking them ever so carefully,

making sure they’d satisfy his hunger just right while tediously treading to ensure not to cause a sliver of fright.

He was not your average predator, no no,

he knew how to attack just right,

his prey were vulnerable and couldn’t be attacked on sight

first step was to make them believe he was not a threat, no no, he was the savior of the night.

After falling into his trap the prey would be taken.

Mr. Predator would wait ever so patiently to pounce until they fell asleep soundly, all the while believing they were safe from the outside horrors of the night.

Little did they know the worst horror of all was right by their side,

Little did they know this until they woke up to him attacking and ripping apart their insides.

Poor prey was fragile and innocent and didn’t know how to act,

They only shivered and shed silent tears as they were frozen with fright.

The prey snapped back and ran for the heavens, screaming and kicking as they ran from an unknown territory,

Not understanding why this savior was a predator behind the mask.

How could the prey be so stupid?

Poor prey believed everyone had kindness until that day.

This is the story of how a 50 year old predator attacked a 14 year old prey,

And that prey was me.