Hunter-Prey
I looked for it within the social scene,
A hunter on a never-ending quest,
My prey, a place my heart could safely rest,
And fill the emptiness that lies between
The birth of life and the end in death, serene.
I looked in all the places I thought were best,
Towards the north, the south, the east and west,
But it was not in any place I had been.
I left my quest behind to live my life,
Content to dwell where poet’s words decree
That love divine is always seeking me
In this dear world of hunger and warring strife
Alone but for a pen and painter’s knife
My artisan seemed to be floating free
Then here I found it, the only place it be
My love, at last you come to make my life.
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