On the huntA Poem by The Shadow of the Dawn
On the hunt they fly,
On wings of silent grace,
On the hunt they fly,
All knowing, all seeing,
On the hunt they fly,
Over the fields,
On the hunt they fly,
Where not a blade of grass moves,
On the hunt they fly,
Through the forest,
On the hunt they fly,
Where not a leaf is blown,
On the hunt they fly,
Towards prey that knows not
On the hunt they fly
Death comes from above
From the hunt they fly
On wing of tired grace
From the hunt they fly
Not caring, not seeing
From the hunt they fly
Full and feed
After the hunt they sleep
© 2011 The Shadow of the DawnAuthor's Note
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