For the glory of my country
Over the lake I ride
Resplendent in my Jeep
My weapon glinting in the light
Moon overhead shining bright.
I’m hunting tonight.
Anticipation rides deep within my breastbone
The wind howls over the plains
I see it in the distance.
My prey, so it begins.
This poem sets such an ominous tone by the end of it, very well done!
Thanks. Would you believe I didn’t edit it?