Hunt, tonight

Tonight i shall hunt you down,
though I'm but a novice with such weapons
No armor shall dare whit stand the will
that i shall throw from my bow.

Tonight i shall hunt you down,
and strip your pride away
like many prime autumn trees
you shall become mine, bared to the root.

Tonight, i shall hunt fiercely,
without fear, without doubt
my spirit torments me
to brand your soul with my fire.

Tonight i hunt swiftly, like breath
angry upon lonely stretches of palm,
where silver glimmers dance upon leaves
under the heavy twilight moon.

Tonight, only tonight i shall hunt
For the faint scent that intoxicates me,
for the one moment when i may throw away myself
to fall through your fingers like sand.

Would you close your fist...