The Hunter

The great behemoth slides
Through the darkness
It hunts for its prey
Antenna twitch as it senses
The next victim

The behemoth increases speed
It hungers for the blood of its prey
Suddenly it spots its unsuspecting target
The behemoth turns to face it

A direct hit is scored
The helpless ship above
Begins to take on water
As the sub slides away
Into the darkness.

One Drop

One drop of Snapple
Is it just a drop; or something more?
Does it hide some secret civilization?
Or is it just a drop?

Does it live?
Does it breathe?
No, it’s just a drop of iced tea.
But what if it did?
Would people drink it if they knew?
Could they bring themselves to kill it?

Mad Men

Orange juice and white material
The venom of your own mind
In an impenetrable asylum
A huge structure, no one in, no one out
Seduced by the glow of bright lights

No talisman can save you
Nothing can break your shackles
Delirium consumes your entire existence
Nightmares pierce your mind
Shards of your shattered sanity

You rot in this cellar
Your mind will roam
For an eternity
Through darkness and confusion

Foy

The snowy field was silent,
Calm and peaceful perfection
A breeze disturbed the branches
The village was eerily quiet…

Whistles pierced the morning air
Soldiers ran across the cold, white ground
Mortars fell like rain
Bullets buzzed,
Like flies above corpses

Buildings of snipers,
Streets of machine gunners,
Courtyards of tanks,
All doing a deadly job

One man runs across the chaos
Bringing messages to I-Company
They can’t shoot Lt. Speirs
They are stunned at the sight
Of him running across this cold Hell

War raged in Foy
Like fire
From house to house
The day goes to the allies
And the corpses go to the worms…