The Hare Ran Through Starlit Woods
The hare ran through the starlit woods,
Unsettled by the cawing birds,
Racing past the hissing stream,
The farmyard wide, the lowing herds,
Feet with dotted specks of blood,
From the glass upon the path,
A gash or two and thorny pricks,
Had set the creature sore with wrath,
I’ll race apace unto my doom!
I’ll never heed the state of rest!
I’ll run unto the end of days,
With soaking sweat upon my chest!
I’ll never stop to know my woe,
My battered feet, my danger dire,
But run the far horizon’s length,
Beyond the graves, beyond the mire!
I’ll see my very figure warped,
And weakened to a crippled rag,
Before I put aside my pride,
And rest atop the mossy crag,
I’ll follow stupid Icarus,
Into the blaze of melting sun,
From whence I’ll start the race again,
And set my legs to boldly run,
Into the night of emptiness,
Which knows no light to pacify,
I’ll race and race with weary face,
Until I meet my death and die…
AD Lovkis, 28/05/25
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