Dawn The Stalker
The stalker
Dawn is a stalker with his long pointed shaft of light
Within every hurl he chases the darkness
The stalker
The night his game roaming upon the sleepy land
The morning’s breath his web, a network of wind
The stalker
Under his lacework, shadows he creates
He kills the dimness with his long beams
That stalker
From afar bright stars spy at that stalker
They disappear whilst the stalker hunts
That stalker
As hungry as a beast, he eats
After his feast, he goes away
And that stalker
Tired as a sleep he rested
To be up next day to eat