CONFRONTATION

The Hunt is near;

He hears their sighs of pleasure,

For they believe he is caught at last.

But they are wrong.

For tonight he will be set free

from this nomadic existence,

Either in life or death,

It doesn't matter any more.

Hear them laugh,

Those simple fools.

At last they arrive,

Circular in their hate.

They need no words,

Their actions speak for them.

The noble beast ignores their ignorance.

The battle begins.

He repulses their invasions

one after the other.

The hounds retreat into the night;

Love is victorious.

And then like magic,

She is with him.

Like a dream long forgotten,

She reaches out slowly, cautiously,

Hoping, Praying,

That the nightmare is finally over.

They touch.

They kiss.

Tears are shed.

At last complete.