Title  : Under Fire Sneer


I hunt
Therefore I
Am.

The moon calls to me
Come to me
Play, laugh, feast with me
I'll light your path
I'll burn your enemies
I'll protect you and your own
But only if make me your god

I must be anachronistic This is not my place I belong in a world
where I can run and stalk and pursue and track and sleep amongst
dry dead leaves and devour raw wild meat I need to howl I need to
tell the wilderness that I can I will I might You never know but
I could if I wanted to...

The guitar speaks to me
A guitar is only wood and string
Log and rope
Trees and grass
Sun and moon
It does nothing, says nothing, has nothing, knows nothing
Yet it still remains my best friend
It tells me secrets that I doubt I could figure out
On my own

pPplease create groups
pPplease form two straight lines
yYyes, but how do you create a crooked line?
iIit's an oxymoron
But then again, so am iIi




AUTHOR: Coyote