The Hunting

The thick mist settles across the land like a blanket over a flame,

The sun fights its way through the thickness in the clouds,

 The water seeps it way through the earth in vain,

The wind howls through the trees causing the leaves to crumble to dust,

 

Silent footsteps lurking in the deep woods I see you,

Silent breath not to disturb the stillness of nature,

Silent thoughts to clear a clouded mind for perfect sight,

Silent eyes that pierce the flesh like an arrow through blood,

 

The hunting has begun and I come to you honored to meet your end,

The execution of a body to free the trapped soul,

Quiet still the adrenaline floods my veins and gets my heart racing,

You know someone is watching your heart races to and 6^th sense tells you it’s so,

 

Don’t fight it; it will be swift and quick to free you from your torment,

Accept the reality of the situation presented before you await your fate,

Void yourself of any avoidance for the destiny that comes to you,

Fear is merely an emotion we don’t truly understand we just excuse it,

 

The hunting is now…….

The hunting is the end……

The hunting is …………

Reviews

[Mike]

Thanks so much Tiana for the great review.

[Tiana]

Such vivid images, Mike ... As always, so wonderfully written ...

"Fear is merely an emotion we don’t truly understand we just excuse it"

Awesome!