Feral Being

I walk, vulnerable,
but I know better than to run.
I'm being stalked
by the best,
I know it's an honour
so I'll not cry out
when you catch me,
as you must.
I hate the darkness
I hate the near-silence
but most of all I hate the fear,
the panic that grips me
yet knowing your capricious nature
knowing you could strike at any minute
or wait hours...
My nerves are hanging by a thread
jangled and frayed.
I can't turn around, can't stop
can't do anything but walk, quicker now.
I hear your breath, can almost feel it;
you laugh silently at my fear,
always remaining just out of sight.
suddenly, I'm confronted with you
face to face. Your eyes glint,
and a shiver runs through me, tension finally released.
You're a thing of terrible beauty,
a perfect predator.
One way or another, at least it's over now.