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My Favorite Game
One of you here will be hunted
For quite some time that's all I've wanted
Picked randomly one is selected
No volunteers can be accepted
You will be taken against your will
And forced to play a game of thrill
Deep in the woods the game is played
The rules are clear that I have made
Survive the night and you'll go free
All the while eluding me
The hunt will start when I say go
I'll shoot you now if you say no
Thirty minutes I'll give to you
A sporting chance til I pursue
Don't be afraid this won't take long
Die with honor and finish strong
Deep Underground is where I've found
To be the perfect hunting ground
Here writers think three moves ahead
But unlike chess check means you're dead
Somehow you must stay wide awake
The forest waits for your mistake
A panicked mind will not prevail
Distractions leave an easy trail
I hear the sound of branches crack
I slowly cock my crossbow back
A laser scope has you in sight
Long streaks of red cut through the night
An arrow flies to meet its mark
Shrieks echo from the distant dark
Gasp for miles to catch your breath
You can't outrun a certain death
Tracked for hours and losing speed
But time won't give you what you need
I see your eyes caught in the moon
And taste the kill that's coming soon
There on the ground against a log
The chase ends with the morning fog
With bloody hands you beg and cry
You pee yourself before you die
Then always comes my favorite part
A close range shot that stops your heart
Once more I pose holding my prize
Sometimes I like to keep the eyes
Against your mouth I press my lips
I bite your tongue until it rips
Your genitals I will eat first
And drink your blood to quench my thirst
Deep Underground now minus one
The game goes on until there's none
Human trophies align my wall
Not just the heads but skins and all
There's no country I haven't been
And every hunt I always win
Each month I'll draw a different name
One more will play my favorite game
For quite some time that's all I've wanted
Picked randomly one is selected
No volunteers can be accepted
You will be taken against your will
And forced to play a game of thrill
Deep in the woods the game is played
The rules are clear that I have made
Survive the night and you'll go free
All the while eluding me
The hunt will start when I say go
I'll shoot you now if you say no
Thirty minutes I'll give to you
A sporting chance til I pursue
Don't be afraid this won't take long
Die with honor and finish strong
Deep Underground is where I've found
To be the perfect hunting ground
Here writers think three moves ahead
But unlike chess check means you're dead
Somehow you must stay wide awake
The forest waits for your mistake
A panicked mind will not prevail
Distractions leave an easy trail
I hear the sound of branches crack
I slowly cock my crossbow back
A laser scope has you in sight
Long streaks of red cut through the night
An arrow flies to meet its mark
Shrieks echo from the distant dark
Gasp for miles to catch your breath
You can't outrun a certain death
Tracked for hours and losing speed
But time won't give you what you need
I see your eyes caught in the moon
And taste the kill that's coming soon
There on the ground against a log
The chase ends with the morning fog
With bloody hands you beg and cry
You pee yourself before you die
Then always comes my favorite part
A close range shot that stops your heart
Once more I pose holding my prize
Sometimes I like to keep the eyes
Against your mouth I press my lips
I bite your tongue until it rips
Your genitals I will eat first
And drink your blood to quench my thirst
Deep Underground now minus one
The game goes on until there's none
Human trophies align my wall
Not just the heads but skins and all
There's no country I haven't been
And every hunt I always win
Each month I'll draw a different name
One more will play my favorite game
Published 20th May 2013
| Edited 24th Oct 2013
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20th May 2013 2:29am
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20th May 2013 8:05am
20th May 2013 9:31am
Interesting warning to all the vulnerable people on this site not to give out any personal details to strangers or those that befriend you on this site.
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27th May 2013 6:23am
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6th Sep 2013 11:37pm
20th May 2013 5:18pm
20th May 2013 6:42pm
Nicely done! Very chilling, and good insight into the mind of the hunter.
24th May 2013 5:02pm
This is amazing... I love The Darker Side Of Your Poet! It feeds the imagination of the darker side of mine. You are truly an amazing poet, mourningcloak.
27th May 2013 5:19am
Mourningcloak,
A game of thrill indeed from the hunters perspective. Well written.
I would not wish to be selected to participate in this game. My life is precious to me! However, if I were selected, it may just be that I will survive the night and go free!
Olga :-)
A game of thrill indeed from the hunters perspective. Well written.
I would not wish to be selected to participate in this game. My life is precious to me! However, if I were selected, it may just be that I will survive the night and go free!
Olga :-)
29th May 2013 11:11pm
2nd Jun 2013 6:11pm
I had to come read this again today, might have enjoyed it more the second time around.
4th Jun 2013 1:29am
thrilling. felt a cold breeze on the back of my neck. check out "carrion comfort" by dan simmons. one of his early(and best if you ask me)books. you'll get it.
8th Jun 2013 2:58pm
10th Jun 2013 2:12am
Very good, I found it intimidating and thrilling at the same time. Reminded me of the Hunger Games book. I really did enjoy it.
16th Jun 2013 1:27pm
That's really cool. Tells an awesome story and a great concept too. Could turn it into a film :)
25th Jun 2013 4:00pm
29th Jun 2013 4:49pm
Oh how I love to feel that chill down my spine... gets the heart beating... though clearly you want it to stop, don't you? XD
Anonymous
30th Jun 2013 6:26pm
This is such a clever and twisted write, right up my alley, keep up the good work.
Anonymous
1st Jul 2013 5:15am
Wow...bloody brilliant! :) x
Anonymous
26th Aug 2013 4:52am
very clever. relentless in the need to break a spirit and cause a careless mistake. an excellent write!
6th Sep 2013 11:30pm
6th Sep 2013 11:40pm
16th Sep 2013 3:48pm
I read a book called the most Dangerous Game, that was very similar to this piece. MAybe it was your inspiration??
Otherwise Brilliant Write!
Otherwise Brilliant Write!
15th Oct 2013 4:43pm
"There's no country I haven't been
And every hunt I always win
Each month I'll draw a different name
One more will play my favorite game " nice way to end it..Dark but reflective.
And every hunt I always win
Each month I'll draw a different name
One more will play my favorite game " nice way to end it..Dark but reflective.
16th Oct 2013 5:33am
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29th Oct 2013 00:26am
I love this! Very good characterization and imagery. Scary! I could feel my heart pounding. Well done!
3rd Nov 2013 6:20am
3rd Nov 2013 12:45pm
Really love this and has beautiful rhythm
Can't help but think that the game is a metaphor?
Can't help but think that the game is a metaphor?
8th Nov 2013 3:44am
8th Feb 2014 9:12pm
The night may be your time, the forest your field,
But when the hunter becomes the hunted like a pig
you will squeal,
At that hopeless moment you'll know the Endtime is near
Paralyzed by your defeat and shitty with fear.
But when the hunter becomes the hunted like a pig
you will squeal,
At that hopeless moment you'll know the Endtime is near
Paralyzed by your defeat and shitty with fear.
Anonymous
3rd Apr 2018 7:31am
I can only say that this piece is cute. The poet obviously spent a lot of time writing this piece to gather all the rhymes that are there. But frankly did the poet want to really be scary are just humorous? The subject matter of this poem is simply hunting people. A subject that has been in countless movies and stories. So is this poet any different from what is already out there. I would honestly say no. But it doesn't take away from the wording of the piece which is its biggest draw. Not the subject matter. The wording is well done. It is not a masterpiece. But it is done well enough for some not use to this type of poetry to read again. Honestly I don't understand the "extreme content" given to this poem. It is pretty tame in my opinion. I think the biggest flaw of this poem is the visuals. They are there. I can see what is going on in the poem. But the poem begs for more visual wording. I think it is just a little too intellectual. Instead of more heart felt. The poet tells the story but doesn't show the story. Where is the fear of the individual being hunted? What does the atmosphere feel like? The feeling is missing. Hearts pumping. Where is the anticipation? Blood oozing. Where is that moment before the kill? That second before. Bang!
My opinion.
My opinion.
23rd Aug 2019 5:20pm
I love the flow of this write. I love your passion and devotion in the mission of the game. Ir was scary, but assuming it was meant to be. By the way, I'd like to withdrawal my name from the list.
