Dawn The Hunter
Dawn
Dawn like a hunter with his spear of light
Within every throw he chases the night
Dawn
Darkness his prey prowling upon the drowsy land
Morning breeze his net to cast like a fisherman
Dawn
Under his woven network, shadows he keeps
Killing with beams of long shafts and pointed tips
Dawn
From a distance, stars like a herd, peep at the hunter
They all run along, whilst he satisfies his hunger
Dawn
As hungry as a wolf, he eats his prey
After feast for the day, he goes away
And dawn
As tired as a tombstone, he takes a rest
Next day, inevitable as death, he’ll be at his best