I have gone a-hunting.

March 12

I have gone a-hunting.
I thought I knew the way
I thought that I could find a path
Through the quicksand and the clay.

I have gone a-hunting,
For the beast within myself.
I learned her tricks and strategies
From the books up on the shelf.

I have gone a-hunting,
With this spear that I have forged.
Forgetting to bring also with me
The blessings of the Lord.

I have gone a-hunting,
In the depth of the darkness so wild.
I had to leave my life behind,
I had to leave my child.

Yes I have gone a-hunting.
I don't know if I'll return.
But it is the ancient way of things:
Before I blossom I must burn.