The Pursuit

SUMMARY: This poem in set in a fantasy world. It is about a person chasing some Dark creatures which have taken his son. These creatures are called “Scounds”.
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Deep within the ground
live those filthy scounds
The creatures that I seek
of rotten skin, they reek.
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Their eyes, sparkling blue
Their saliva sticky like glue
Their teeth like metal nails
Like war maces, their tails.
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Their voice like hissing of snakes.
Hair pellucid, body opaque.
bioluminescent, their horns
Their nails sharp like thorns.
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In this darkness, they dwell.
Their fetid presence, I smell
I pursue those wild beasts,
They are expecting a feast.
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Last night, they were outside
following their leader & guide
In our village, they did roam
then came across my home.
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They saw my young son
My lovely child, just one.
He was sleeping on floor
As they opened the door.
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I was taking a walk around
I heard the creaking sound
ran for the door, horrified
In a hurry, I peeked inside.
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Everything was crystal clear
those scounds and my dear
were a mere two feet apart
my blood froze inside my heart
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One scound licked his skin
Another hit him in his chin.
at his hands, one did gnaw.
And took them in its jaws.
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I stood burning with wrath
unable to catch my breath.
picked up the fallen broom
quickly, I entered the room
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But, I was too late and slow
They jumped out of window.
They took my child from me
I grabbed my sword quickly.
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Follow their long trail, I did
to this place where they hid
I know they went inside
and in this dark, they hide.
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They took him inside this cave
But my son, oh he is brave.
I think he hit one’s face hard
And it was caught off guard.
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A tooth fell from its mouth
On way that leads to south.
few drops of its blue blood
I see, fallen upon the mud.
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The prints of their long nails
Have left a clear, long trail.
Footprints , clear and fresh
I can see in this filthy mess.
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It means I’m on right way.
Unless I’ve been led astray
I’ll go and slaughter them all
This is the day of their fall.
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In this pitch black dark abyss
I hear faint whispers and hiss.
I think I am really close
My blood-thirst grows.
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I’ll free and save my child
from scounds, dark and wild.
My destiny will be fulfilled.
When I kill them or be killed.
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