Wild hills in frozen night, whistled wind down barrel sight
Cautious prey lay hunkered down, crunch of snow the only sound
Seeking light the rider wields, quarry tracked through countless fields
Tension thick and piercing air, cannot contain the desperate prayer
Long at last the hunt shall end, as only hunted comprehend
Spiked and jagged splintered trees, twist and dance in revelry
...
Death enjoys the company.
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A Poem For Your Thoughts
PoetryA collection of Poems and Prose that were inspired by the many people I have met, and those I have yet to meet.
