And the hunter lost his desire to hunt
He was lost to the moon's humanity -
     full of imperfections, yet still beautiful.
He surrendered in to the haunting sound of the wolf's howl,
     as he runs to the cliff
          for there's where he belongs now,
               close to the stars.
He takes his time staring in the midnight blue sky
     and sings his life - a confession.
For he is now the deer
He is now the hunted.



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