Death in the blood, life in the venom,
the hunter and hunted agree.
Fasting by sun, bask in the moon,
is life to be or not to be…
Run with the foxes, hunt with the hounds,
chasing the faint scent of trust.
Love with the best, lust with the rest,
time slowly turns faith to rust …
Tears blur her eyes, lies burn her heart,
dreams lost behind her smile.
Light drawn from dark, night denies day,
fracturing fate’s delicate shell…
Figures of fire, darkness subdued,
candlelight promises whispered.
Dancing shadows, above and below,
fragments of endless nights with her…
…come to me…
© Jan 22, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
NOTE: photo courtesy of PaM