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

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