Some predators hide in the sheep's skin
Your manner mild, your presence tame.
Like a doll dressed up and cute,
Your rosy skin like a ripe fruit,
Your voice was like the song from a flute.
You looked so harmless—easy to snare and lure,
I thought the victory would be sure.
You were the lamb, naïve and pure.
You seemed simple, easy to please,
You even managed to put me at ease—
At ease for how easy you were,
Convinced I was the hunter about to catch her.
Oh, little lamb, I always thought
If you just knew the danger that you brought…
If you knew what plans I had stored for you,
You’d try to flee instead of being stuck like glue.
I was the wolf, and you were my prey.
Love is blind, they say.
I thought I, with my fangs, could rip into your meat—
Imagined your flesh like a sweet treat.
You would take it like a good little prey,
Dance in this little play.
Oh, if I had just seen the snare trapping me in—
Your lips were soft and spoke no sin.
But the soft smile hid a fanged grin—
Little did I know,
You were one of the dangerous kin.
Your eyes seemed able to heal pain,
But instead did nothing but deceive and feign.
You lured me in with tender lies,
Promised heaven and love that never dies.
I bought it, thinking I had you snared,
Believing that without me, you'd be scared.
But you just knew how to lie—hide those claws.
You knew how to be gentle, obeying mortal laws.
You knew... oh, you knew.
This was, for you, nothing new.
A smile, a soft caress,
Not to mention a perfect dress,
Made me fall into your own game of chess—
Where you were always the hunter,
And I, the foolish prey.
You made me the Riding Hood who lost her way.
You were always one step ahead.
All you had to do was lead,
Hide the claws and never bare your teeth,
And mask the predator beneath.
Oh, how I fell for your lovely lies.
I should have known—
You are a predator in prey’s disguise.
The lamb I thought was sweet and mild
Was actually a wolf with fangs so wild,
Luring sheep from the shepherd’s call,
With soft, sweet words to fool them all.
She made them believe in safety, in love,
But delivered them hell from above.
I should have known…
That your lies were hiding a predator in disguise.
I thought I’d been wise—
But now the lamb has sharp teeth that glow,
And she’s the one delivering the final blow.
Poetry by E.M. Zacklin
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Written on 2025-10-10 at 10:17
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The Predator in Prey’s Disguise
You looked innocent when you came,Your manner mild, your presence tame.
Like a doll dressed up and cute,
Your rosy skin like a ripe fruit,
Your voice was like the song from a flute.
You looked so harmless—easy to snare and lure,
I thought the victory would be sure.
You were the lamb, naïve and pure.
You seemed simple, easy to please,
You even managed to put me at ease—
At ease for how easy you were,
Convinced I was the hunter about to catch her.
Oh, little lamb, I always thought
If you just knew the danger that you brought…
If you knew what plans I had stored for you,
You’d try to flee instead of being stuck like glue.
I was the wolf, and you were my prey.
Love is blind, they say.
I thought I, with my fangs, could rip into your meat—
Imagined your flesh like a sweet treat.
You would take it like a good little prey,
Dance in this little play.
Oh, if I had just seen the snare trapping me in—
Your lips were soft and spoke no sin.
But the soft smile hid a fanged grin—
Little did I know,
You were one of the dangerous kin.
Your eyes seemed able to heal pain,
But instead did nothing but deceive and feign.
You lured me in with tender lies,
Promised heaven and love that never dies.
I bought it, thinking I had you snared,
Believing that without me, you'd be scared.
But you just knew how to lie—hide those claws.
You knew how to be gentle, obeying mortal laws.
You knew... oh, you knew.
This was, for you, nothing new.
A smile, a soft caress,
Not to mention a perfect dress,
Made me fall into your own game of chess—
Where you were always the hunter,
And I, the foolish prey.
You made me the Riding Hood who lost her way.
You were always one step ahead.
All you had to do was lead,
Hide the claws and never bare your teeth,
And mask the predator beneath.
Oh, how I fell for your lovely lies.
I should have known—
You are a predator in prey’s disguise.
The lamb I thought was sweet and mild
Was actually a wolf with fangs so wild,
Luring sheep from the shepherd’s call,
With soft, sweet words to fool them all.
She made them believe in safety, in love,
But delivered them hell from above.
I should have known…
That your lies were hiding a predator in disguise.
I thought I’d been wise—
But now the lamb has sharp teeth that glow,
And she’s the one delivering the final blow.
Poetry by E.M. Zacklin
Read 33 times
Written on 2025-10-10 at 10:17
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