Hunter

A maddening hunter

frozen tears, white, sacred

brilliant star alive ablaze

A maddening hunter

ironically holds rose petals

I am the thorns

We trek through the tall grass, the corn and the flowers

And then the sun

And then the sun

Stare at it too long and it will look right into you

I have a non-neurotypical brain

A loner, a listener

We trek through the woods and find a grassy field

The rain, it glistens

The rain, it makes me smile

The mad hunter seeks the bad men

He seeks the lost folk

He seeks and searches and nothing 

 - nothing - can be found

We walk through the ether

And it glistens, glistens

When we find madness

it can devour you, it can save you

but most of all, it will define you