The Never-Ending Hunt.

A pulsating crimson dusk that settled heavy one year ago Through the valley cleaved within my skyline Winging down was that slyly cunning Egret Never to outrun that cry shining in her eyes Her smoky copper silhouette shaded by moonlight Tasting the expectation upon her silver tongue As she waits upon a sky-mountain for her aim Ever resting within the terminator between night and day Yet as the hours dizzied by and the days became uncountable Lost within that labyrinth of eternal night My voice carried earthward “The key or death…grant me peace” Calling winds hammer away the miasma with a single blow Alas the burning gold of the Oak leaves stacking heaven high Garnering the openness of space to scatter and flit The winds of the sun eternally gust its stifling bronzed winds That keeps us bonded…separated as one