To Confront a Hunter
A man in a WideBrim hat
as of some WesternLord of old
standing on the SandLaden beach
a vengeance caused by secrets he holds
The past deeds of the VampirePrince
and his promise made to slay the King
to give his child when she was born
to the line of man named Helsing
Both men stand in a dual trance
but not held sway save by their conflict
One with a barrel, locked and ready
and the Prince with anger hot and thick
“I knew you would quail from PromiseMade”
HelsingHunter whispered scoffing and straight
“Honor, I have always heard tell
is not one of your kinds LoyalTrait”
CountSon bit his lip and bled
The taste of blood on his lips ran hot
Lifted his eyes to the skies and said
“Tis not about honor, I shall soon see you rot!”
Helsing only laughed anew
as he lifted the barrel and let lose his shotWww@QuestionHome@Com