The Hunter

By Rena Chang

Oh scar-faced howler of broken blue eyes

Maimed body of snow, blood gashes they lie

I have paid for my sins, faced heaven and hell

Tables now turned, the scales must quell.

Oh saintly thing, what a sight to behold

For you, mankind turned cruel and cold

Even I am bound with shackles and nails

Riding a train on broken rails

For when the tracks end I will fly

Over the cliff to where I will die.

But, sweet creature, I have no tears left to cry

As I myself am scarred inside

Perhaps we shall meet once again

Me in Hell, and you in Heaven.