Hook line and sinker,
You look good in grey,
Not the best thinker,
At last you fall prey.

All alone in the winter,
Stumbling along with rage,
Listen to the wood splinter,
You are a bird in a cage.

It's all around,
It's closing in,
You feel drowned,
You're my sin.

Chitter chitter,
Moth to a light,
Skitter skitter,
You're in my sight,
Screech screech,
You look with wonder,
Speech speech,
You'll find a hunter.

I missed my mark,
You dodged my grasp,
But please hark,
You'll fall to my clasp.

Blood in the snow,
Metal gone cold,
A sign that I grow,
These patterns old.

Again and over,
He gazes past,
I make it closer,
This hunt my last.