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The Hunt Silence, A cloud of fractured quiet lies about me. Slight sound becomes the rolling thunder. Hours of passing thoughts, restraint finds limitations. Eyes blur with tears of patience, minds numb with flitting shadows. Overloaded senses pick-up whispers from spies, the targets approach. Stillness, Subtle moves become crashing boulders. Peircing eyes burn holes through shadows, they can't see me though. I am the wraith that stalks them, I am the shadow they fear to see. Judgement, weighed on the scales of life and death, decisions of gods for mortal men. Raise the hammer of doom, a stroke of fluid motion, life in ended. Breathless, is death once more a kind mistress? a pool of blood and rattled nerves are testament. Release..., appreciation, realization of a life taken from this earth, another of gods creatures taken from our sight, beauty fallen but not forgotten. sorrow. |