By Aarika Das Panda (Y12)
Dark, light, dark then light again
blinking and blinking and anticipating
its arrival, no, welcoming its arrival.
Try to imagine, stars in your eyes
or dreams you wish to have
and welcome the bliss.
Yet it doesn’t reach
of course it doesn’t reach
now all that’s left is the hunt.
Shoulder your gun
and mount your horse.
Crawl in the bushes and bramble
when you can ride no more
until your prey is in sight.
Aim carefully, there’s no
point in wasting a bullet.
Finger on the trigger at the ready
and bang! Here comes the darkness.