Dawn’s Pale Breath
Dawn’s light seeps through cedar and pine,
casting shadows on the forest floor,
where life stirs in leaf and fur.
A silver blade, quiet in hand,
flashes in mist, a hunter’s craft,
time held still in dew and dust.
Earth smells rich, damp and raw,
and blood joins morning’s chill.
With each breath taken, each life forsaken,
I feel the weight of this ancient rite,
a pact as old as bone and bark—
the give and take, the circle stark.
Eyes meet mine in final rest,
strength given as shadows blend,
their pulse now folded into my own,
bound in silence, shadow to light,
life given, life reclaimed,
and dawn glints on the silver blade once more.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Oct 27, 2024
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1850464486345638350?t=vXqUvHSlw2i9dU-AFafimw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/1690
Dawn’s light seeps through cedar and pine,
casting shadows on the forest floor,
where life stirs in leaf and fur.
A silver blade, quiet in hand,
flashes in mist, a hunter’s craft,
time held still in dew and dust.
Earth smells rich, damp and raw,
and blood joins morning’s chill.
With each breath taken, each life forsaken,
I feel the weight of this ancient rite,
a pact as old as bone and bark—
the give and take, the circle stark.
Eyes meet mine in final rest,
strength given as shadows blend,
their pulse now folded into my own,
bound in silence, shadow to light,
life given, life reclaimed,
and dawn glints on the silver blade once more.
S. Tominaga AKA CSW
Oct 27, 2024
https://x.com/CsTominaga/status/1850464486345638350?t=vXqUvHSlw2i9dU-AFafimw&s=19
https://t.me/S_Tominaga/1690
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