My Island part 5 MY ISLAND

Coated in mud
I stalk to where my enemy waits
Like lambs to the slaughter
They will sow the land with their blood
And turn the rivers red
The great hornets
Cannot protect them in the shelter of the jungle
Shrouded in the shadows
I prowl and prepaire
Setting traps, laying bait, and noteing locations
My enemy was strong, but this is my island
I hear its every movement from the gush of geysers
To the foot stoops of every mouse on it
My Island was my own personal map
WIth my knife sharpened
And my wits heatend
By the very panic of the island
These hulking helmeted suits
Where no match for my rage
For they are tresspassing
And this
IS MY ISLAND!

Dale innes Wylde Hughes ©