(Poem 168 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Four hunters arrive,
traversing a post-
apocalyptic scene
in feudal Japan.
Their stealth persists
until an enemy Oni
raises an alarm and
the hunters become
the hunted once again.
Each battle, skirmish,
and moment of hand-
to-hand combat brings
them closer to the
arrival of the boss,
a demon monster,
one of many unleashed
by The Cataclysm.
All that waits to be
seen, is who will be
the last one standing.

@Home Studio – 168^th poem of the year (after playing with David, Lydia, and Charlotte)

Runner ups for the Hametsu photos to accompany my poem: