Hunter – A.P. Christopher

Set upon a mantle, under wax, within a bowlThe last remaining fragment of the heart the hunter stoleWhere quandary and question bled together on a scrollHe inked in blood and ashen dustUsing a quill he dipped in rustSearching the letters like a loop that he assumed he could control Desolation danced within the letters neathContinue reading “Hunter – A.P. Christopher”