Lonely Is The Hunter Poem by Alex Fischer

There is a thing out there that lives in the dark
Lamented into dust is the crow
A star shining in the sky
In the darkened night

A filling taste it is
Lonely is the hunter in the days
Of them we are
Of they there are none
Two times the rooster crows
In the days of the lonely hunter

Hope dead and cold
Lonely is the hunter
None nearby lonely is the hunter

Tombs filling the heart
Lonely is the hunter
The hunter is he