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Requested by frajdrako for the Fandom Free-for-AlL. She asked for a sestina, and, well, this is a sestina. Foreword!

A Cardiff Poem

He slipped though the night,
his form hidden by the rain,
The Captain was hunting,
serious but laughing,
as the joy of the hunt roared blood.
Torchwood's quarry for the night almost clear.

As Gwen waited for Andy to give the all clear,
her plans and thoughts and ideas for the night
forgotten, as some feral instinct sang in blood
But she blink, and rain turned back into rain.
Somewhere, the fates were laughing.
Soon that instinct would taker her out hunting.

Swanson watched as the forensics were hunting
for evidence that the rain hadn't washed away clear.
of the site of the crime. The perpetrator laughing,
his disposal taken care of by luck tonight.
Between the the work of the animals and the rain
no much was left, not even the victim's blood.

But the demands of justice still ran in her blood,
so she and her team would take up this sober hunting,
though many weeks of clouds and rain,
until the guilt of the guilty was made clear.
But to do that, at least for tonight
was to hope that soon the gods would stop laughing.

A joyrider was ended by badly timed laughing,
No one hurt, except the young blood.
The gawkers had gathered around in the night,
unaware that they were not doing the hunting.
The joyrider was gone, but the street was not yet clear.
Something took it's chance and lept out of the rain.

Torchwood, also, followed out of rain.
The Captain was no longer laughing,
The women shooting as so as the crowd was clear.
Four guns tried to draw the creature's blood.
A head shot finally ended the hunting,
and men, women, corpse, disappeared into the night.