My Journey

From mind to paper and back again.

La Luna Del Cacciatore – The Hunter’s Moon

on March 10, 2009

Let’s play a game,
guess my name and live.
Landscapes evolved
yet I remained.

Stalking the night on feather light toes
I hear whispers on the wind.
I remain without shadow
while a life bleeds away.

My next victim waits,
your saviour around the corner.
I taste the death of strangers
and mourn the death of friends.

I loved and lost,
I felt the skin of another.
The sweetest blood could never taste
like my lovers kiss.

I sense your thoughts and fears
as we walk through the city dusk.
Taking notes and searching
for your own immortality.

I can show you death,
or everlasting life.
The choice is yours,
when the time comes.

I have a family,
they all slumber now.
The lichen, my brother
and my enemy.

My life’s tattooed to my being
in my second chance.
Flesh to ashes, ashes to dust
I will live on.

My coffin shades me
in my daytime coma.
Locked deep underground
with no disturbance.

What I wouldn’t give
to watch one last sunrise
before perpetual slumber.
Have you guessed yet?

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