like the beetle he lies in wait, <br />with claws so sharp and a deadly gait, <br />yet like the mantis he readies to pounce <br />a beast in his own right, yet more ounce for ounce. <br /> <br />He wanders the lanes, ready to strike, <br />when he does there'll be no avoiding the scythe, <br />a curve of night, yet lighted too, <br />as in deception does its damage accrue, <br /> <br />The predator lies in wait for his prey, <br />never sensing him in danger doth it lay, <br />mildly passing the idle time, <br />ever growing closer the deadliest rhymes. <br /> <br />Even the beast is no match for the, <br />Kha Zix the voidreaver, a foe to flee.<br /><br />Kevin Maroney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kha-zix/
