The Hunt Lyrics

The story is ancient

I could speak of Love as if it had never before been discovered

For to fall in love is to walk through a Golden Doorway

To see sights that were once listless and dull

Glow with Life

To feel a Fire only known by those

New creatures at the next level of evolution

Yet the story is ancient

In every culture, there is the tale of a fabulous Creature

That disappears in forests

And a Young Man hunts with an Aimless arrow, or spear

A bird is then wounded

Or a deer, wounded

Or A tiger, shot with arrow and wounded

And as he runs to wear he shot the creature

Instead, there lies a woman

And I lay there, my heart ripped open

The Desperation

The ability to suddenly forsake all earlier convictions

To see now the meaninglessness of life's little demands

To let go of physical need and cast off material comforts

To be sick with Love, to shed a third, seventh, or ninth skin

To awaken the Sleeper

The creature within that rages each night

Separated from its glowing, raging source of life

To love as such, to be sick with Love,

Its black clouds gripping the hills of the high deserts

Like a dragon breathing smoke and fire

Some seek only this

And fall to a living death when it collapses

Or is this is the intention?