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The Hunt—
an Offering Written By Anansi
 
When I was young
My mother was careless
Bad men were near
Their masks fooled her
 
As I got older
I found a demon
Stalking me
Shadowing me
 
I can't be with him
He's much too old
It's only two years
They tried to reason
 
The demon comes again
Two years older
Is much too old
I like his younger brother
 
Now I am a young woman
I can't get away
The demon is still here
Silently leering at me
 
I've had enough!
No more shall 
You hunt me
Now the tables are turned
 
I creep through the trees
My war paint marks me
Makes me blend in
I see a flash of movement

 

Getting closer and closer
My anger rises
Doesn't he realize?
I was just a child!
 
I'm very near now
I smell fear on the wind
He knows I'm no longer
The prey he hunted
 
I have him cornered!
How could he?
He must have known
I was just a child!
 
I make the final approach
My prey was my hunter
I taste the blood of my kill!

No longer shall fear reign.