the hunt
dark was the night
it smelled of roses
three shadows rose before us
one cleared its throat;
a voice of fire:
it told me to take you down
we walked past trees
into the river
to silence the sounds
that we’d hear
don’t ask me why
for I’ve no answers
who knows why things
turn this way
a big dark bang
which smelled of powder
created a hole
through your lungs :
the universe
has frozen over
the sun it rests somewhere warm
the light, all white and golden
it’s gone for an eternal night
go fetch, my hounds
