AMBUSH

The sands of time drift slowly past the drowsing plains,
No beetle crawls, a curious rover, through the miles of green,
No breeze wanders through the burnished leaves, no move profanes
A painting of peace. But what danger lurks behind this screen?

My heart’s alive with passion, my hand’s upon the blade
Secure in its sheath, as I wait for my prey,
The green that goes on forever shelters an ambuscade -
This deceiving expanse, bathed in the golden glow of day.

No flash of life awakens the green and gold,
No motion disturbs the unruffled air, save my breath
That escapes in tense gasps: and I behold
The silence turn sinister, marked by impending death.

But the silence fails to quell the eerie throbs within me,
The calm doesn’t halt the passion pulsing through my veins,
And the pounding fear of warning my prey pins me
Unmoved, to the trampled grass, upon the still green plains.

But hark - does someone tread beyond my field of sight?
I can’t check the emotions that surge through me in a flood,
My hand upon the dagger, the blade danced upon by warm sunlight,
The time has come to scar the plains with the stain of blood.