The Predator

The Predator


Oh dear, Innocent.

The forest is getting dark.

Where is your hero now?


Was it not your safety the hero did vow?

The light is gone, and you’re desperate for a spark.

Oh dear, Innocent!


A spark you need, but how?

The wind, the wind, it barks!

Where is your hero now?


Through the thicket the sacred spark plows,

A forest fire has made its mark!

Oh dear, Innocent!


The flames arise, oh wow!

The fire forms an arch.

Where is your hero now?


My smile rises anyhow-

I speak in tones of snark,

“Oh dear, Innocent!

Where is your hero now?”


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