This poem originally appeared in the Summer 2014 issue of Inner Sins.
Was the Hunt
Such sense of pursuit, and horrid fear
Such stalking patience and hungry need
They flee, they pounce, they shriek and they roar
Together on a swirling table
Keeper, reaper, again and again,
Shadows caught against the wall like fire
One hunting, and the other hunted
But dead and trapped in that final chase
Which had felled them both and mixed their minds:
In final victory was the death;
In pain of loss was still the triumph.