The Last Hunt

The Last Hunt

by Nick Arndt

 

Once more into the night.

Banking on faith, in spite.

Every shadow has fallen.

Echoes of wolves a callin.

Safety at his expense.

Courage, the best defense.

Enduring pride and will.

Any chance of a kill?

Sincerity in his eyes.

Running low on supplies.

Bitter is the dark.

Hoping magic will give a spark.

Quiet footsteps cross the ground.

Trying not to make a sound.

Guided by light, by none.

This will be the last one.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s