you hold the suns in your soul the burning coals that scorch his skin the avid gleam of your star is taking him over every day every odious night
you hold his world between your fingers the hunter’s spirit, the beating mess his blood turns alloy liquid iron mingles with the tears
the last of the hunters flooded with the heat his world blessed and cursed his life challenged and possessed
again the moons he stands his star pulsing with terrifying glow the stark desire and the collapsing gaps the holes in the reality
the hunt is his life will you ever release yourself from his trap that he sets every night claiming you relentlessly
// Article written by skekMal //
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