Achill Ladd - The Predator.

When guile reaches out it's evil claw
And tears a heart in two,
Fair nature I must then disguise,
For this is deja vu.

Mountain men are born to fight,
And a mountain man am I.
But how does one fight a shadow
That can't look one in the eye?

How does one fight a cowardly cur
That stabs and hides away?
That fires barbs from the safety
Of dark subside, so far away?

How does one deal with the dancing demons
In the mephistophelean mind,
Of a pallid, perverted predator?
The scourge of all mankind.

How does one protect a wounded soul,
Or an innocent young deb,
Against a social media vulture, that lurks
In the ethereal web?

Achill Ladd

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