The Wolf
Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:53 pm
Rivers run with a chorus of singing angels,
Reflecting the light that penetrated the thick trees,
Birds perched among the trunks of fables,
Flowers dance to the rhythm of the wind’s breeze,
Life runs freshly against his tongue,
His eyes scan the woods as he enjoys the element,
The clouds fight for the sky against the sun,
Woods become silent, his presence becomes evident,
The barrel becomes visible amongst the bark,
The click signals he’s awaited in patience,
Its dark pupil extracts tears from the beast’s heart,
Constructing more fear than an army of masons,
His finger runs smoothly along the triggers figure,
Experience prevents trembling and doubt,
The cremation of mercy entitled him a cold hearted killer,
Long ago when his civilized manners were cast out...
The metal serpent sheds silver tears,
A cry that would pierce the will to all who exist,
Echoing throughout the land; deafening the mountain’s ears,
The body lies on the ground, no longer to persist,
He struggles to breathe; his lungs grasp all that can be reached,
His eyes barely able to envision the Hunter standing before him,
Senses immobilized, the impervious walls have just been breeched,
A bond between two lovers flourished from passion to being morbid,
Reflecting the light that penetrated the thick trees,
Birds perched among the trunks of fables,
Flowers dance to the rhythm of the wind’s breeze,
Life runs freshly against his tongue,
His eyes scan the woods as he enjoys the element,
The clouds fight for the sky against the sun,
Woods become silent, his presence becomes evident,
The barrel becomes visible amongst the bark,
The click signals he’s awaited in patience,
Its dark pupil extracts tears from the beast’s heart,
Constructing more fear than an army of masons,
His finger runs smoothly along the triggers figure,
Experience prevents trembling and doubt,
The cremation of mercy entitled him a cold hearted killer,
Long ago when his civilized manners were cast out...
The metal serpent sheds silver tears,
A cry that would pierce the will to all who exist,
Echoing throughout the land; deafening the mountain’s ears,
The body lies on the ground, no longer to persist,
He struggles to breathe; his lungs grasp all that can be reached,
His eyes barely able to envision the Hunter standing before him,
Senses immobilized, the impervious walls have just been breeched,
A bond between two lovers flourished from passion to being morbid,
