Drafts of “The Hunt For Love”
2019-08-22 07:51
Weighed down by my weapons, but more by my thoughts,
circling chaotically around damage my enemy had wrought.
I was tooled up and psyched up; prepared for this battle primeval.
Jangling and clanking, I marched down to the park,
knowing this was often where he picked his next mark,
and that’s where I met again this eldest, and darkest, of evils.
I grabbed for his bow and broke it in two,
dropped it, lunged for the abomination who
grabbed, turned and bent, landing me flat on my back.
Twisting as the misanthrope tried to stamp on my head,
I jumped up, feinted left; a move that misled
The Adversary long enough for me to get back on attack.
Laying him low with a single blow,
I put the boot in and, oh, I let him know
“That’s for the apathy, the anxiety, for the lack of appetite.”
I kicked him and kicked him, again and again
until he was curled up like a baby, and then
“That’s for forcing me to lay awake at night.”
He grabbed my foot as I aimed a kick to the jaw,
bit my leg, then twisting, put me back on the floor.
Then with outstretched arms he reached out to mangle me.
A quick loop of cheese wire. My enemy was caught.
He’d put up a good fight but it had all come to naught,
as I pivoted back on top and started to strangle with glee.
My hands round his neck, I started to squeeze.
Needing only to tighten to kill him with ease.
But suddenly he relaxed, lying there as my gaze caught his eyes.
Lost in their depths I felt my anger subside,
my stranglehold loosen, my blood pressure slide.
I found I just couldn’t do it, which came as quite the surprise.
So, I stood up and, with a couple of twists,
removed the cheese wire that bit into his wrists.
Then I extended my hand and helped him up off the floor.
He reached for his back and a pistol crossbow
of which I was unaware and as I turned to go
he calmly took his revenge and shot me once more.
And now I ponder as I lay awake at night
that, given one more chance, whether I might
be able, this time, to finish the job. I could, I’m positive.
And although some might choose to call me naive
there’s just one thing that I still can’t believe:
That I had love within my grasp and yet still I let it live.
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2019-08-21 19:56
Weighed down by my weapons, but more by my thoughts,
circling chaotically around the damage my enemy had wrought.
I was tooled up and psyched up. Prepared for this battle primeval.
Jangling and clanking, I marched down to the park,
knowing this was often where he picked his next mark,
and that’s where I met again this eldest, and darkest, of evils.
I grabbed for his bow and broke it in two,
dropped it, lunged for the abomination who
grabbed, turned and bent landing me flat on my back.
Twisting as the misanthrope tried to stamp on my head,
I jumped up, feinted left; a maneuver that misled
my adversary long enough for me to get back on attack.
I sent him to the ground with a single blow
and as I put the boot in, oh, I let him know
“This is for the apathy. And for the lack of appetite.”
I kicked him and kicked him, again and again
until he was curled up like a baby, and then
“That’s for forcing me to lay awake at night.”
He grabbed my foot as I aimed a kick to the jaw,
bit my leg, then twisting, put me back on the floor.
Then with outstretched arms he reached out to mangle me.
A quick loop with my cheesewire. My adversary was caught.
He’d put up a good fight but it had all come to naught.
I pivoted back on top and started strangling with glee.
With my hands round his neck, I started to squeeze.
I had only to tighten my grip to kill him with ease.
But suddenly he relaxed and lay there as my gaze caught his eyes.
Lost in their depths I felt my anger subside,
my stranglehold loosen, my blood pressure slide.
I found I just couldn’t do it, which came as quite the surprise.
So, I stood up and, with a couple of twists,
removed the cheesewire that bit into his wrists.
Then I extended my hand and helped him up off the floor.
He reached for his back and a pistol crossbow
of which I was unaware and as I turned to go
he calmly took his revenge and shot me once more.
And now I ponder as I lay awake at night
that, given one more chance, whether I might
finally be able to finish the job. And that I could, I’m positive.
And although some might choose to call me naive
there’s just one thing that I still can’t believe:
That I had love within my grasp and yet still I let it live.
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2019-04-24 09:06
Initial section can be reduced by just referring to being weighed down by weaponry, but more by my thoughts (?). Particular weapons only mentioned in fight
# The Hunt For Love
With knuckle-dustered fingers I slid a knife into its sheath.
I was taking no risks and was going armed to the teeth
with essential equipment against such a vicious little hominid.
There was a cudgel that I could easily reach if in haste
and the final touch was the cheesewire that hung from my waist
and with this lot I went hunting for the absolute evil called Cupid.
Trying to look innocent I wandered down to the park,
a place where I knew he often picked his next mark,
and there found him stalking a woman being walked by a wolfhound
It would seem that I’d picked the right time to arrive.
I’d been given the chance to keep her hopes alive
and I was glad to see the arrow went wide as I wrestled him to the ground.
I grabbed for the bow and broke it in two.
Then turning I lunged for the abomination who
grabbed, turned and pulled landing me flat on my back.
I twisted as the misanthrope tried to stamp on my head,
got up and executed a feint that misled
my opponent long enough for me to produce my blackjack.
I put him on the floor with a single blow
and as I put the boot in I let him know
“This is for the apathy. And for the lack of appetite.”
I kicked him and kicked him again and again
until he was curled up like a baby, and then
“That’s for not letting me get any sleep at night.”
He grabbed my foot as I aimed a kick to the jaw,
bit my leg, then twisting, put me back on the floor.
Then with outstretched arms he reached out to strangle me.
One quick loop with the cheesewire and Cupid was caught.
He’d put up a good fight but it had all come to naught
as I rolled back on top quite ready to mangle with glee.
I placed my hands round his neck and started to squeeze.
All I had to do was tighten my grip to kill him with ease.
Then the delinquent relaxed and just lay there as I gazed into his eyes.
Lost in their depths I felt my anger lessen,
my blood pressure drop and my stranglehold loosen
and I found that I just couldn’t do it, which came as a surprise.
So I stood up and with a couple of twists
removed the cheesewire that bit into his wrists.
Then I extended my hand and helped him up off the floor.
With his spare hand he reached for a pocket crossbow
of which I was unaware and as I turned to go
he calmly took his revenge and shot me once more.
And now I ponder as I lay awake at night
that given one more chance whether I might
be able to finish the job. And I could, I’m positive
And although some might choose to call me naive
there’s just one thing that I still can’t believe
That love was within my grasp and still I let it live.
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2000-10-22 23:17:21
# The Hunt For Love
With knuckle-dustered fingers I slid a knife into its sheath.
I was taking no risks and was going armed to the teeth
with essential equipment against such a vicious little hominid.
There was a cudgel that I could easily reach if in haste
and the final touch was the cheesewire that hung from my waist
and with this lot I went hunting for the absolute evil called Cupid.
Trying to look innocent I wandered down to the park,
a place where I knew he often picked his next mark,
and there found him stalking a woman being walked by a wolfhound
It would seem that I’d picked the right time to arrive.
I’d been given the chance to keep her hopes alive
and I was glad to see the arrow went wide as I wrestled him to the ground.
I grabbed for the bow and broke it in two.
Then turning I lunged for the abomination who
grabbed, turned and pulled landing me flat on my back.
I twisted as the misanthrope tried to stamp on my head,
got up and executed a feint that misled
my opponent long enough for me to produce my blackjack.
I put him on the floor with a single blow
and as I put the boot in I let him know
“This is for the apathy. And for the lack of appetite.”
I kicked him and kicked him again and again
until he was curled up like a baby, and then
“That’s for not letting me get any sleep at night.”
He grabbed my foot as I aimed a kick to the jaw,
bit my leg, then twisting, put me back on the floor.
Then with outstretched arms he reached out to strangle me.
One quick loop with the cheesewire and Cupid was caught.
He’d put up a good fight but it had all come to naught
as I rolled back on top quite ready to mangle with glee.
I placed my hands round his neck and started to squeeze.
All I had to do was tighten my grip to kill him with ease.
Then the delinquent relaxed and just lay there as I gazed into his eyes.
Lost in their depths I felt my anger lessen,
my blood pressure drop and my stranglehold loosen
and I found that I just couldn’t do it, which came as a surprise.
So I stood up and with a couple of twists
removed the cheesewire that bit into his wrists.
Then I extended my hand and helped him up off the floor.
With his spare hand he reached for a pocket crossbow
of which I was unaware and as I turned to go
he calmly took his revenge and shot me once more.
And now I ponder as I lay awake at night
that given one more chance whether I might
be able to finish the job. And I could, I’m positive
And although some might choose to call me naive
there’s just one thing that I still can’t believe
That love was within my grasp and still I let it live.
