"Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous." ~Anais Nin

18 November 2015

Poetry Wednesday #16

Wild Hunt

Oh, there is nothing here for you to fear -
No ghosts, no goblins, walk these roads at night.
Shadows are just shadows.  The path is clear.
You can leave, once you make it through to light.
There are no monsters here for you to fight,
No beasts from which to hide 'til morning's dawn.
There's no real reason for your dream of flight,
And we feel bad that you wish to move on.
We're beginning to feel quite put upon,
We simply took you so you could come play.
You act as though we're wolves, and you the faun,
So now we are hunters, and you the prey.
We won't let you ruin all of our fun -
We want the chase, so run, girl, run. Run. RUN!

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