THE GAME OF PREY AND HUNTERS

The full Moon hangs on the sky bright and heavy,

your sins made manifest, mortal man,

as you hear the howling in the distance,

as you hear the rustling in the woods

beside this lonely span of road

in your life; yes, we feel your fear,

we hear your heart beating faster,

as you grow more frantic, mortal man,

you who hear my words echo inside your skull.

Your sins have called us here,

your sins and the bright full Moon,

and the flesh and the blood and the marrow.

You don't find us in the ruins of ancient castles,

you find us here, in the last stretch to home.

You hear us moving amidst the trees,

your steps grow faster and faster,

and soon, as we rise from the darkness

and howl to the bright full Moon,

those steps shall turn into a desperate run,

and the game of prey and hunters

shall be played to the end;

how fast shall your heart beat then

as you run towards the distant lights

you shall never reach,

how the chill night air shall fill from your cries

as you stumble and fall and beg,

before rich blood shall flow and bones shall crack,

and sweet marrow, and even sweeter sins

in your brain, shall be devoured,

mortal man - you in your last stretch of road,

who will never see the pale light of dawn

glimmer on our blood-stained fangs.

15.03.2021