A Feast of Words

When all the traps are baited
And the snares precisely set
The hunter catches
A guarded hour of rest
He drinks a bowl of wine
And chews the rinds of time
Waiting for the kill which
Brings deferred completion…
Death’s release from
Earthly bondage
With boldly-blooded mask
The huntsman’s art
This primal, sacred task.

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Just some guy trying to figure out where the "on" switch is hid on the remote control—ah, forget it. Because, you know what, I'm also the kinda guy who always likes the book waaay more than the movie! View all posts by Lorem Ipsum

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