From the Living collection
The Hunter's Snare
there is a cauldron called hope that passion stirs aflame
stridently simmering under consequence's veneer
refining elusively an elixir of cautious restlessness
irrepressibly, it percolates aimlessly a-waft in the smokes of discontent
it perspires and booms to the hastening glint of satisfaction's glee
its' winding fury set hither where longing's binds are rent
intricately fixed and fastened unto these trappings the hunter's snare