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The Hunter

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the hunter returns

The Hunter

we all have them
some sleep
some overwhelm
this is from my demon

a hurried life rushing by
bowed old man shuffles by
no one looks as they push
why should they care
if only did you know

look into his eyes
to his tortured soul
this story is but of
his first hunt

fresh young man future so bright
eyes bright with an open heart
school, friends all felled with glee
then one day a letter from afar
come join protect yours and country

fresh young faces virgins all
brought broken and taught
some lucky some not
taught the art of hunting did he

sounds and smells of a exotic land
young cub new to the game
come hunt hunt humans
look into his eyes as they
turned from blue to satan's black

hunt the rarest prey
man to man so the demons may
dine on you and your prey
drink the lifeblood of many

came young and blue eyed
left aged beyond years
carrying his demons now
eyes turn dark with needs

back happy with friends
demons did sleep
family,wife to come
birds did sing as they
did sleep

friends come and some fly
family grows wife controls
happiness and love lived here
angel was made that dark day

as you turn full of hate
for them for you so they wake
one small voice then more
listen as they demand
hunt for the rarest of all
feed them let them feast

old man shuffles no you sees
look into his eyes you see
pale bluen turns to black
voices tell time to hunt

as you find just the one
local braggart said he was once
honorable military man
drinks a game of pool or two

demons talking coaching pushing
feed us this braggart let us feast
braggart laughing telling his lies
bulling the few Latin did he speak
semper fortis as well haec protegimus

not knowing so I do speak
flash of a smile arm around his shoulder
laughing as my steel goes deep
black eyes blazing from my hunt

holding him as he mouths why why me
demons rejoice as I see not only blood
but a growing stain of urine
braggarts death his end

sounds of sirens blaring
blood still dripping from my knife
old man shuffles away black eyes turning
back to pale blue. I wrestled for years

40 years if not more demons slept
now they wake as we hunt
rarest of rare my own kind

old man bend as he shuffles by
no one looks no one sees
demons hunting

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