The Twilight Hunt - A.M.E.N

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Concentric circles spiral towards me, And I am engulfed The darkness screams at me from all directions Sight is but a fantasy But sound, sound is my friend. Echoes of my voice greet me with pictures. I do not collide with my prison walls, As I soar through the cylindrical black And suddenly I am free The skies welcome me And clothe me in its gentle blues and greys The air licks at my face In my jaws I carry glorious meat Triumphant I am - And soon I will be returning through the tunnel black for more The Twilight Hunt Monday, April 21, 2014 6:54 PM Poetry Page 1

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Transcript of The Twilight Hunt - A.M.E.N

  • Concentric circles spiral towards me,And I am engulfedThe darkness screams at me from all directionsSight is but a fantasy

    But sound, sound is my friend.Echoes of my voice greet me with pictures.I do not collide with my prison walls,As I soar through the cylindrical black

    And suddenly I am freeThe skies welcome meAnd clothe me in its gentle blues and greysThe air licks at my face

    In my jaws I carry glorious meatTriumphant I am -And soon I will be returningthrough the tunnel black for more

    The Twilight HuntMonday, April 21, 2014 6:54 PM

    Poetry Page 1