The Hunt

There are no tears left to cry,
no new memories to create
symbols give way to signs
and every burden has been weighed.
You can no longer give me oxygen
the darkness I sprang from is now light
all the love and hate you gave me
has found a place to rest its eyes.
The pedestal built has been dismantled
your name, once taken is now returned
the sun has set into darkness
daylights candle has been burned.
I must away to the hunt now
the ritual states it clear
into the unknown I must venture
there is nothing left to fear.

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