Hunter Souls ...
Nights shadows
cloudy days.
So the dark
wrapping the web
Morfeo weaving.
Figures lost
Eternal in the mantle.
Hunter Souls ...
I lost myself in the dream
on that trip if I return,
where the moon does not shine.
Hunter Souls ...
Behold the horizon
Time does not exist.
Heart hurt
kisses in silence
cypress trees in the wind.
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