The pentameter of it all
Slow and daunting
I take my meal far away
Far from humanity
Far from all that mock
Far from him
He languishes on his soul
I bury my dead
Gone
Without a trace
Just a forest of bygone fear
And a hand of no mercy
This is I
Nature has forsaken me
God has marked me
Humanity sets claim of me
And all the while
I seek a final dance with him
I profess to hunt no longer
But my will says different
One will fall
One will stand
One will die
One will...
...My will
- Arielle