I Write Poetry
The Hunter and Hunted
by: Rob Paquin
Part I -
Ah, so again I see the voracious side
of the one within the seeker's light
Should caution be the winding way
to guard her from all that she craves
For truly the mind of such a man
who holds the madness in his hand
might be a thing too hard to chew
a maze of rhyme to travel through
Should hunger drive the heart of such
a beauty beheld through mental touch
a twisting call of sweet desire
with words he used to take her higher
and is it really her that stalks
as the hunting cat throughout their talks
or has she sprung a trap well laid
and unto his mind become the prey
The dancing game so soon has started
and from the souls of hearts departed
the truth of the hunt and of the query
shall truly tell of someone's glory
and in the end to be revealed
which of the two was more concealed
the cat, the mouse, and who was which
and under spells was more bewitched
~The Snowdog~
Part II -
Entrapped, Ensnared
The "unwary liar" ?
The label placed
upon Jestered Crier
Tis seemingly chosen
to make some point
a thing that shall
to him anoint ?
The game is struck
the deal so made
and in the plans
so well be laid
and to the hunt
both now engaged
Tis such a thing
of harmony
tis truth and lies
discerned to be
weapons forged
from soul filled banter
drawn from out of
sharp tongue candor
take your aim and fire then
to see where all
the madness ends
for he who hath
the gifted thought
and inside all
his madness brought
could it be
that he'd be caught
or shall all the
hunting be for naught
to what it was
that she had sought
~The Snowdog
Part III -
Well now we must continue on
with bows placed down or held and drawn
We can always talk of what this might be
or we can play the game to infinity
I think it would be fair to say
that these rhymes have more to say
for truly I dwell upon your words
to wonder what I've truly heard
to wonder what it is you'd like
my lovely little seeking light
For I am not fit to love
my love's a curse I'm not proud of
It's stung and hurt too many girls
who thought to be part of my world
and though it's nothing I ever plan
there are those who burned at my hands
It really is the longest story
some of which is fairly gory
and in truth my heart is surely broken
still unhealed from things unspoken
And though I wish it wasn't so
these are things you need to know
I have a trapped and tortured soul
and the curse is something I can't control
~The Snowdog~
© TheSnowdog - all rights reserved
by: Rob Paquin
Part I -
Ah, so again I see the voracious side
of the one within the seeker's light
Should caution be the winding way
to guard her from all that she craves
For truly the mind of such a man
who holds the madness in his hand
might be a thing too hard to chew
a maze of rhyme to travel through
Should hunger drive the heart of such
a beauty beheld through mental touch
a twisting call of sweet desire
with words he used to take her higher
and is it really her that stalks
as the hunting cat throughout their talks
or has she sprung a trap well laid
and unto his mind become the prey
The dancing game so soon has started
and from the souls of hearts departed
the truth of the hunt and of the query
shall truly tell of someone's glory
and in the end to be revealed
which of the two was more concealed
the cat, the mouse, and who was which
and under spells was more bewitched
~The Snowdog~
Part II -
Entrapped, Ensnared
The "unwary liar" ?
The label placed
upon Jestered Crier
Tis seemingly chosen
to make some point
a thing that shall
to him anoint ?
The game is struck
the deal so made
and in the plans
so well be laid
and to the hunt
both now engaged
Tis such a thing
of harmony
tis truth and lies
discerned to be
weapons forged
from soul filled banter
drawn from out of
sharp tongue candor
take your aim and fire then
to see where all
the madness ends
for he who hath
the gifted thought
and inside all
his madness brought
could it be
that he'd be caught
or shall all the
hunting be for naught
to what it was
that she had sought
~The Snowdog
Part III -
Well now we must continue on
with bows placed down or held and drawn
We can always talk of what this might be
or we can play the game to infinity
I think it would be fair to say
that these rhymes have more to say
for truly I dwell upon your words
to wonder what I've truly heard
to wonder what it is you'd like
my lovely little seeking light
For I am not fit to love
my love's a curse I'm not proud of
It's stung and hurt too many girls
who thought to be part of my world
and though it's nothing I ever plan
there are those who burned at my hands
It really is the longest story
some of which is fairly gory
and in truth my heart is surely broken
still unhealed from things unspoken
And though I wish it wasn't so
these are things you need to know
I have a trapped and tortured soul
and the curse is something I can't control
~The Snowdog~
© TheSnowdog - all rights reserved
