The Hunter

This is the tale

of the hunter and hunted.

Night gathers and winter is here.

We find any fire to warm us.


We travel

seeking a home

a place away from the cold.

We settle, we live,

we move on, to return

We meet in eternal dance,

patterns change yet stay the same.

In time we meet again


As the stars appear

in the midnight sky

I see the light that shines

in your widening eyes

those well known eyes

I have seen before


When all journeys

are over and done

this beacon we lit

will guide us home


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