The Hunter
He comes for all, the hunter stalking prey,
Lying in wait, a wolf among the sheep,
To wrap its jaws around the gentle throat
Quickly. Or, creeping, gnawing, ever near,
Time, relentless, now until, in halting old
Age she demands her loan be paid in full.
Forever drinking the draught of deepest
Sleep, you he takes in his loving embrace,
To breathe, to dream, to laugh, to hurt no more.
meter: iambic pentameter