The Hunter

He comes for all, the hunter stalking prey,

Lying in wait, a wolf among the sheep,

To wrap its jaws around the gentle throat

Quickly. Or, creeping, gnawing, ever near,

Time, relentless, now until, in halting old

Age she demands her loan be paid in full.

Forever drinking the draught of deepest

Sleep, you he takes in his loving embrace,

To breathe, to dream, to laugh, to hurt no more.

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