I chase the rabbit down the hole.
My only goal is to strip its soul.
Of earthly entrapments that plague the life.
Of a pure being born of the light.

Darkness invades every crease.
The paltry leaves dangle on the trees.
Movement ahead suggests my target is near.
Worms eat my heart but my head is clear.

There's a glimpse of light up ahead.
Feelings of dread infiltrate my head.
What I thought was the end is glowing eyes.
The enormity of my task takes me by surprise.

A battle ensues that shakes my core.
Blood and gore of the days of yore.
I make my final strike wearing a velvet glove.
This was an act of mercy born out of love.

Now we run through a flowered field.
Our love wields a sword and and a shield.
Hand in hand we float on the jeweled stream.
With eyes wide open living in a
perpetual dream.