The Hunt

Flat and silent the ocean lies Pequot's captured in a lull no gentle breeze blows in the sails heated by a salty carpet from above the crew's emaciated,survival tough Giant billows bear a mighty whiteness Screams from the outlook : whale ahead ! I wa

Blood marks the trail Red paints the horizon Hunter's moon embraced With howling forlorn Daybreak reveals the marks Traces of the wounded leader Rules the lands from these woods and beyond. Race through the woods Hasten over waters Run upon, the froz