The Hunters Come
It was in the evening that the young Iraqi solder stood, and staring into the coming night,
His boyhood comrade came to him and slapped him softly on the back.
The man jumped in fear and his old friend said "What do you do my friend, that gives you such a fright,
You are a proven warrior both true and bold, so what has caused this lack?
The frightened solder stood and clearly strained to listen in the fast failing light,
"Can’t you hear them, can’t you hear them, coming, like ghosts from out of the deadly black?"
His friend listened close but heard not a single thing, and so was taken back all right,
When he ask again and the man replied, "Wolves, American Wolves, they come now to attack!"
"Out of the night to rend and tear the forces Saddam has made, and now its us they’ll tear and bite.
"There are no wolves here in our land what could make you think this thing?" he asked into the pitch-black.
But his friend, was silent as the grave, he turned to ask again, and saw the huge shadow, and he knew fright.
Too big to be his friend and in a pain filled flash he knew the truth of his friends words, as he too fell back.
His last thoughts as the shadows moved across the land, The Wolves Are Coming, in the dark of night.
Trike