Seasons
It's -
the howl of Winter
the Spring of the Buck
Summer unfolded
Autumn's luck.
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Sometimes, he forgets
fears
screams
what he has become;
eyes alight,
Wooden, ebony claws,
hungry beyond-
Beast, little beast, prince where have you gone?
Where do you hide from the wester'ing sun?
Is the night so dour, the dusk too forlorn?
For the moon saw the acts you committed at dawn.
Does the Hunter in the woods beg and cry?
For the prey he tracks down must die.
Heart and fear and blood you mourn,
for from souls your hunger is born.