Poem: The Hunt

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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