He's new and old at his game
Playing through layers of scripted pages
Under one of every name
The quintessential loner
Alone by choice and nature
Revelling in the blessing and the curse
Of the marauder
Venator

Shifting through spaces and time
On a celestial dime
Blacker than
The darkest heart of man
Collecting his bounty
On and off the lepidote line
No regards for
Tribe and humankind
The quintessential skull collector
Venator

Neighbor you're mistaken
Hung up on a face
You are misguided
Hung up on race
You are confused
Hung up on this wretched place
You've misidentified the correct space
What you see is not as it really is
This nowhere life is routine and boring business
The mundane cover
The sleeping viper
The quintessential exterminator
Venator

Standing literally
In the dragon's nest
Mission close to vest
A city lauded as the very best
Loaded with all kinds of pests
They're wondering
Is he alone?
Who is he hounding? 
What scourge is he harboring?
Cleverly
He pretends not to see
The way his presence afflicts the guilty
They've been running for so long
Like the cat and mouse
Inherent, it is strong
He's waiting calmly with sheeted claw
Right time
Right place
Venator

Day dreaming, longing for
Long past wars
In shades of rhetoric spars
This silent phantom from the stars
Swimming in ancient streams
A deliberate mix of potent genes
The unusual flow
Breaking with the status quo
Hunters don't fall in love
They despise velvet
Opting for the solitary iron glove
Hunters
Predators with blinders
Perhaps then the new breed is here
An upgraded version of a past fear
Same game
New tools
Same thread
New spools
The tarred vulture
The quintessential shadow warrior
Past
Present 
Future

Venator


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