GREENMANTLE

The Rain Comes.

He Walks Slowly.

Such Stealth...

Cloven Feet Cross Asphalt Streets.

He Kneels In The Open Meadow.

Calm Fills The Air.

She Comes.

The Music Begins.

Witness To Dancing Images.

Desire Burns...

He Waits For The Touch That Will Never Come.

The Hunt Approaches...The Memories Fade.

Passion Twines With Sorrow...

The Beast Raises It's Head To The Heavens

And Releases A Cry Of Anger And Grief!!!

He Runs...

Not For Fear,

Nor Pleasure,

Nor Pain,

Nor Life,

Nor Death,

Nor Victory,

Nor Defeat,

But For The Love Of A Woman.