Hunter

A hollow wind blows through these trees.
The autumn shadow is looming.
Where once a spring would erupt inside of me.
Now my bones shiver in the face of winter.
I turn to face the sun, and wonder upon how long it will burn.
Which atom within flared in supernovas beyond the reach of time.
An ageless phase. A determined stage.
I walk the woods searching for something I never lost.
It was taken from me.
Spirited away when these defences fell deep.
Now it dwells somewhere in the forest of the future.
Always out of sight, always just out of reach.
I know what I am chasing.
And I know what chases me.
Sweet death and sad mercy.

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Nuclear shadows

I cannot unwind the clock in my skull.
The ticking over time that set all the world ablaze.
Who knew the day, when the sky darkened.
And fate eclipsed my heart.
Those running for cover.
Scattering like pebbles on a beach.
Lapped by a sea of hatred.
I cling to the groceries in my hand.
Fruit, dehumidified in my grasp.
Turning into mummies like the bodies nearby.
Burnt in an undignified splendour.
What escaped hell that day?
Let loose by righteous souls who knew better.
A holy war into the mouth of the devil.
As the fire crinkled in the sky, it burnt down upon us.
Imprinting my soul into the pavement where I stood.
Nuclear shadows, snapped like the sun shuttering.
God, turning his head away and closing his eyes.
The light of an age, swimming around those that twinkled inside.
But how soon those lights were gone.