The Hunt

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

the mists among the trees hide the unknown
as I run through the forest, talons touching the black ground
the red pool fills itself with crimson water
howling in my mind restless and untamed
the freedom calls, a deep yearning
ghosts of the wild haunt me, running by my side
the last that lives forever
the unbound and unbroken
Thick fog among the trees covers the branches
their song reaches me among the roar of the wild wind


the red sun, the wild moon
ashen earth under my feet, each rock shaped by the centuries
the barren land welcomes its owner
blood flows through the cracks, thriving; always hungry


the forest filled with ruby, vermillion, and black
branches scratch over, the darkness around weeps
the scent of prey haunts like an apparition
the blood runs faster; water of life storms the caves of the mind
the slain run with me, catching my feet
nothing can slow down the wild red river

it’s time to hunt again

//   Article written by skekMal  //