The Hunt Just Begins

The hunt begins where silence ends, in the active evening light, where once there was dreams to hold, and lovers bliss.. The captive mind as wounds to harsh to heal, in the snear of centeries, where only tears fall in vain without a spoken word.. Echos float among clouds of white, lingering it's cries among the best, where only children of today can rule out each, one by one, without the mark of the beast. The hunt begins with prayers in vain, with tears falling in each whisper of the night, when shadows are darken deeper without question.. Dreams are still for dreamers, cutting out the mystic spells that control a lovers heart, while only a thought can make the hunt end without destruction.. My poem from 'Hearts Expression' Collection By Derena (Harriet) © 2018 Derena(Harriet) (All rights reserved)