Catch me

"Catch me!"

Says the prey to the prowler 

With his soft features 

And defenseless skills 

More adapted to hiding 

Than to fighting 

"Catch me!" 

Says the victim 

To the predator of the skies 

With tiny hearts poundings 

And beautiful feeble songs 

Fleeing slowly from demise 

"Catch me!" 

Says the decorated human 

With her flashy dress 

Persued by dramatic noise 

Venting from a monster 

Prowling at her guarded doorstep 

"Catch me!" 

Calls the displayed trap 

Designed to finally catch 

The Venus flytrap of demons 

With beautiful broken promises 

To ensnare the tracking murderers 

"Catch me!" 

Echoed down the empty world 

No more than a whisper 

Carried by a joyful sigh 

As the strong and beautiful 

Once called victims, March