- Vol. 01
- Chapter 03
Lost face, lost track, bare foot
glaring through a hole.
It was the beast and its wound
that have brought me here.
who I am now; what I've become
I disguise in my stance and it contradicts
my woes. The heart of a hunter
alone with no forest to forage through
Remains of wilder flames pass me by
along with the birds that no longer fly
above my head. I seek nothing now
that I've wounded the last
of this wilderness.