The Invader
By Moss L
Peace. Safety. Forest.
But not for long.
Savagery. Murder. Outsider.
Is what the future holds.
An Invader is here.
Equipped with weapons,
A killing instinct.
And blood on his hands.
A stag stands,
Sipping on the creek,
Wolves watch, fangs ready,
But something makes them falter.
The predator is here.
The weapons raised.
The noise becomes loud.
Then silence. More silence