Lyrics to The Hunter's Star :
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the hunter's star
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burned brighter than all of the suns in the firmament
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as through the sky he raged
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with his hook and blade
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and the world, unmade
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as forests bow
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and blacken the air
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as the canopies burn away,
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and the arc-lights fade
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and no gull remains
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to repeat its call
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only now would you long
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for the ancient boughs,
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the moon, overlapping the long white clouds
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and the home life of a love
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who will never return again
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no child at all
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would wake to the light
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of a sun that is reddening
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like a robin's breast,
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and no lioness
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boards a last, great hull
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on the waves
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the close
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on a world
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that will never return again
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and no sound escapes
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from the night to come.
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The Hunter's Star
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| Shearwater |
