Mesikämmen
Raúl Morán Zafra
In the darkness of a day without sun
I see a light inside the forest
Slipping through the brush I find a lake
A spectral shape on the water
My darkest instincts fighting in my mind
I make my way to the shore
My breathing is faster than a bolt
I recognize a human hunter
The ancients
Are calling me
The spirits
Awake my fury
And they spark
The eternal flame
There’s mud in my fingers
I stumble with stones
Slide on gravel
I find my soul
With blood in my legs I turn around
I see the face of death
I growl like a demon of despair
He flees wounded with my paw
The ancients
Are calling me
The spirits
Awake my fury
My eyes spit fire
Injected in rage