Huntsmen
The freezing cold night sweeps by in the heat of the summer.
I can feel the chill and the lingering taste of hunger. I've seen seasons change,
but not like this. The thunderous sounds of the bold first kiss rumbles through
time like something I missed. I could have read it wrong or heard it unclear,
but none of this shows passion, it’s genuinely clear. The sweat no longer
trickles down my backside but my mouth is parched from playing on the wayside.
The rumors of love seems to have diminished and ignited into flames of harsh
tongue. He wonders why my feelings are numb.
My lengthy dangling arms swing to embrace my pulled up legs.
The pounding feeling beating against my chest never gives rest. I might have felt
wetness trickle down my cheek but it was just the wind brushing against me. My
head hangs low touching my knees and I can hear that same wind whispering to
me.
The sound of angels singing in through the fog and I see
more clear with all the haziness around. I pull myself up and I rise to my
feet. I let that wind pull and tug at me. I want to fight but my will isn’t
strong anymore. The damn thing has more knife wounds then a murderous hell hound.
His flesh temptations has yanked at my soul, has killed my
spirit and swept me into the under tow. The visions he cherishes has put out my
fire, has sprayed my skin with acid and disfigured my armor. He’s a huntsmen
and set on a prowl. Clearly to attain his beauties and power.
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