Poems

Walking in darkness and watching the light.
We appear only once, to kill those in flight
Feeling their pulse race and watching them run
In this dangerous existence, this is how we find the fun.
Stepping from the shadows, weapons red with lifes blood
With a passion the drives, watching the red waves flood.
Hearts cold as ice, seeing manys last breath
Hearing the screams and welcoming the coldness of death.
Life of a Hunter is cold, hard, and cruel.
But it's a life I embrace with all I hold true.
-Hunter