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The River

3/16/2013

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THE RIVER

I walk to the river
The bundles in my hand

I come to the water
To make my disposition

To offer myself
And the others troubles

They wriggle and writhe
From the bags in my hand

Woven with starlight
They cannot escape

I have bound them
Held them with intent

Drawn them from
Their evil hiding

They saw me coming
And tried to wither

As if their presence
Were hidden from me

But the eyes of owl
And the teeth of tiger

Sought them out
And refused them

So we enticed them
Coax them from their lair

Teased them with power
For they are foolish

And like dogs
Follow their new master

Into the bundles
Tightened with strings of fire

As I take them
To the river

To offer them
To the water

They can sense
The end is near

The hunted has
Become the hunter

And I will not rest
Till they are taken under

Under her waters
To the heart of the river

Where she will
Wash them asunder

Cleanse them
Toss and turn them

Twist them
Till they are broken

And return them
To the ocean

There to be born
Again into balance

Once more
There is order

As the clouds break
And the sun falls

On the smoldering steps
Of the last demon hunter

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