The Hunt

Ah but living time does pass

In hunger wanting

Waiting with Essence shrilling

Percussions of time falling

As the rhythms were shaken

Each step renewed

Beating the time left to brood

A victim traversing upon-

This life of glass

Living-time does pass

The mark unblemished

For no trivial skirmish

Is now all faded

With one less existence

-Rhia

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