The hunter's horn

Benevolence or malevolence;

Friend or foe
Both grow ... found like watchers
Eyes drift there
Eels wriggle through tiny holes
As the thumb is taken out of the dam
Vested interests my deer
The hunter's horn a potential prize
In the favourite hunting ground
High beyond this lowly tree
Up there in cosmic skies
If it is all to be believed
Be sincere ... no sin here
Say what you see
And saw what branch you need
To show the vale behind the hedgerows
Both appear to have that desire; that wish
For that agenda is all there is to see
It is a storybook ending after all
Whatever way it turns

For it is in the best interests of the star after all
Speak free ... breathe freely

The air is pure and fresh
No malice is intended by those watching eyes
I see them from where I stand
And all nod to each other in shared halls
For there is only one force after all
Grey
The merging of the white and the black

One vision shared
Only one result in the end
For the good of all

But once they find the way

To rid themselves of the curse

The malaise has past
--Matthew James--