On the bridge
Orion glazing
Announcing his presence
Proudly and unafraid of excessive exposure
Targeting his next preys
“I’m right here, animals run”.

The air runs stale
“I see, hide-and-seek that is”.

The forest howling, extending vigorously
Acting tough to shelter her animal friends

“Come on, salvation is here,”
A land of green brutally taking shape in crimson red.

“My friends, don’t cry, drink my blood and take my flesh to fertile the land of home”.

Years after decades
Those eyes guard by the night
Conditioned to withdraw from his sight

“We breathe close by Apollo, living is imaginable”.