Him- Hunting The Hunter Poem by Wamii Flyer

Within a cave where black petunias blossom throughout
A singular figure is prominent, towering, and culpable
Painted in a luminous aquamarine light

The entire place feels an astonishing fabrication
Especially with him in the middle
How can a body be so damaged but be completely stable?

Torn muscles dangle from his shoulders, resembling wings
Inside them lie broken shards of glass
This sea of red diamonds showcases the tragedy before the audience

Rose quartz bones are unrestricted for anyone who yearn for them
Sprouting from his blood-drenched spine
Crying streams of scarlet tears

His professionalism shows in the form of high endurance
He begins to stretch with a millennium's worth of strain
With joints cracking, he turns his nightmare-born body toward me

Barbed wires, engraved and hidden into his scarred face
A slashed mouth shadows the playful smile
Yet, his broken gaze reflects inner comfort

Tormented titan has a superior staredown
The being I praised with such admiration cannot be the one eyeing me down
His merciless eyes are utterly belittling me, even though he's the vulnerable one here

I haven't a clue how he failed to notice the trap he's in
That dried-up tree stump that he is elevating himself
Bridges his impending doom

Just below his field of view
A silver viper slithers in the excitement of a feast
An unannounced prey sits on a wire waiting in the open

Hung upside down in a matter of seconds
Is a soul who foolishly stepped forward
In an attempt to display dominance, what an idiotic mistake to make

Without breaking eye contact, my hands quickly dip into my pocket
Then I connect my gaze to his wanted poster
His bounty is a ludicrous amount compared to what he has done

I unsheathe a Kris dagger in awe
An incredible treasure passed down god-to-god
Designed to extinguish any light of life

His pathetic face starts to fall
A mocking smirk replaced by an aware, grave face
The terrifying realization that his demise would not be so fast and forgiving

With a sharp slit in his Adam's apple in the middle of his empty plea
The obsidian petunias he cherished fondly turn into ruby roses
Innocent grass washed with his wretched dignity

Desperately trying to spit out clots while drowning in his gore
The life in his trembling, terrified amber eyes recedes slowly
After hopelessly struggling, his inferior body stops squirming

My whole life purpose concluded with his death
A waste of oxygen sitting next to a corpse devoid of it
Jeez, his body really is wrecked beyond belief
What a perfect example that misery is the closest you can get to perfection.

"I did what you wanted step by step. Then tell me, why aren't you still proud of me? '