| THE HUNTER A final touch of light sinks below the shifting sand A hunter prowls the land The sky is cast in indigo hearts beat faster the blood will flow Eyes that echo what we are taste a hunger that is not far Thunder rolls across the sky lightening reflects eternal eyes it is the time to die The night is over, the hunt is done There is no victory, nothings won. This is not war,there is no gun This is not sport,no trophies hung This is heart beat, and the rising sun. Copyright ©2004 Garry Garrison |