I am the poem hunter br on the prowl for rhyme br hunting out verse br I do it all the time. br I'm like a serial killer br and I never ever sleep br on the look out for words br through the page I creep. br At night I come alive br as words attack my brain br I lie in a cold sweat as demons br whisper out my name. br With shaky hand I grab my pen br and scribble madly on the page br I feel like I am now possessed br full of angst and full of rage. br I hide in the shadows br nobody knows I'm there br as long as i get my verse br I neither worry or care. br So beware of the poem hunter br the bard with a voracious appetite br hunting out words and rhymes br and coming alive at night.