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The Heed

I am the hunter, you are the prey
I come, slide agile
Fearless blossom,
Of the wild night.

With tenderness I slice,
your throath open
To reveal your blood,
your truth, your pure.

I remove the seed with care,
Place it on my tongue and whistle
Calling the hoards of angels,
And warrior ancestors.

To answer your deeds,
Those in which you are lost in vain,
To purify you in burning light,
Fire, a shower of arrows.

And when your skin hatches,
Will you see the path
Stained by battle scars,
And the smell of thunder.

I am the hunter, you are the prey
I tumble, in vain,
Flickers of my mind
You’ll hear them close,
Guiding you in an out of chaos.

I am the hunter, you, the prey,
I shan’t hunt you,
Don’t be afraid.

Sára Szarka
Sára Szarka
Devoted to creating content daily using writing as a tool of self-expression, Sara had been fond of writing from a very young age. Embedded in twisted, psychological, and philosophical subjects, promoting the abstract allows her to find deep teachings in metaphorical creations. Currently living in Poland, she thrives on expanding her possibilities. Sara is a great fan of fantasy, sci-fi, and anything that comes with abstractness. Her daily routine consists of practicing mindfulness and daydreaming of a workplace where she can unleash the chains of creativity.

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