Hunter each moon

by KailOfGore   Sep 22, 2005


I rest in darkness now,
fleeting from the light.
Each heart beat ended
brings to me new life.
When darkness falls,
The thirst takes hold.
The price I pay each moon,
for the soul that I have sold.
So make your peace with god.
For we could be meeting soon.
Never know who may be hunted,
At the rising of the moon

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  • 18 years ago

    by Liarr

    Hey, awesome poem, thanks for checking out mine. I love this poem, speically the way it flows and relates.

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