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
