They Are The Seekers
The hints of a spark
Like caffeine on the brain
Lighting their senses
They hunt it like wolves
Haunting alleys of shadow
Grouping as one
They are the seekers
No amount of flame
Will extinguish their thirst
They are at the mercy
Of their own desire
Throughout the night prowling
Never tiring or pausing
Stalking prey effortlessly
Relentless in the dark
Dawn break sees them vanish
Back into their caves
To regroup and rest
Ready for another hunt
Do you know what's depressing? As soon as I read this I automatically started analysing language, content, structure etc. without even realising it. English Lit has stolen my mind!! (I'm liking the poem by the way, beats most of the stuff we've done in class lol)
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