The Hunt
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blood between my fingers
the eyes of the prey, closing in death
the sisters moons taking the colors

craving soul,
drifting in the heated mist
carving the flesh with desire

dance of the flames,
the amber veil, dust, and smoke
tempting promises

the trees watch
as the wilderness
pants and

b u r n s

//   Article written by skekMal  //