| THE HUNTER |
| He came searching for me in the dark of the night His footsteps made no sound This man of mystery His soul reaching out trying to touch mine Could it be for real Of what part of me was he searching Did his quest come in peace Or was he danger in disguise Fear grasp my body as I froze I had no recolection of time The bait had been set And the trap sprung What would this mighty hunter do with his game Coming slowly reaching out he took me in his firm grip And slowly he carressed my soul with his spirit. |