We are…
Deep-sky creatures
Loners by nature
Most comfortable with ones like us 
And each other

Sharing…
And insatiable thirst for knowledge
Past, present and future
Who went, who came before
Always wanting, needing to know more

The love of…
A romantic song
Solitude
The thrill of a long run
Shadows
The haunting melody of a dying sun
The written word
Simple and great
A power only a few
Can truly appreciate

Cherishing…
The pride a superior hunter takes in
His prowess
His ability to dominate the hunted physically
And mentally
Getting into its head and anticipating moves
It hasn't thought of yet
To see “it” all at once and never forget
The way we can close our eyes and feel the prey
Hearing it when it has nothing at all to say

Treasuring…
The sweet sounds of silence
Surround by many, we stand alone
They will never know, what it is that we yearn
An experience that can only be described
By the uninitiated as a surreal trip
Being “one” with the darkness and your spaceship
A singular mind
Creating havoc 
Across countless time

Longing for…
The next great pursuit
And the way we were back then…
The glory days
Coming around again?
Huntsmen

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