Hunt

Anchors aweigh,

 

When the pearls are tranquil,

The divers are in search

 

Beneath an ice blue sea

Of moon,

It loves to lurk

It

Preys on a prayer

 

It preys on the prize of

Solitude--and it pries open

A skull,

In the forest night

 

On a prayer to be rid

It preys

 

With my thoughts dormant

And my heart resolute,

I am never safe

From the huntsmen of the night,

 

They read every sign from the stars

 

It takes me by surprise

Anchors, a--weigh

 

Reviews

[Alessander]

it pries open

A skull,

In the forest night

Like those lines.

[...]

"With my thoughts dormant
And my heart resolute,
I am never safe
From the huntsmen of the night"

. a very perceptive insight into existence ...