Hunter - Feb. 7, 2013
Poem by: Micheal Grey
A wind through shattered woods,
Is leading you home,
Where the moss beneath you softens,
Where the char within you beckons.
There is something lost,
Something you found.
And in these shattered woods,
You become that shattered hunter.
Where passion leaves you hollow,
A fire that rages within.
Hunting all your sin.
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