The Hunt

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