Poetry Corner

Reality of the Hunt

By:  Grace Silva

Age 17

Cupid is a DECEITFUL

In him lies the CANNIBALS of life

They eat away your spirit and soul

And take away STRIFE

I too know of such things that the boy named CUPID might bring,

He promises you the LOVE you've never had,

Then STABS you in the heart when things go bad,

I ONCE knew a man of kindness,

His soul was a SLAVE to blindness,

And of me he had my HEART,

All he did was TEAR it apart,

From the FRIEND that came to me,

To the FOE she turned out to be,

A doe he LEFT with see,

Until my heart laid to BLEED,

My AFFECTION I did lend,

I thank you God it had to END,

The HUNTRESS, what became of I?

The PREY, dare I lie?