I Walk Through the Shadow of the Night

I walk, tip toeing through the twigs and leaves on the ground
I hunt, for I am one who knows what needs to be found
I seek, catching the moon peaking at me from behind the trees
I breathe, ignoring the fatigue of the night on my knees
I laugh, who can say I am finished?
I shout, the task is not done until it is diminished.
I approach, willing to risk everything I once have for this moment.
I act, the signs are as good as always for this omen.
I soar, for the maiden called Night is just passing by.
I disappear, a burden placed upon a man so weak will only rot in its stead.