Life's Great Hunt

Life’s Great Hunt
By Adagio D’Tranticus

Life's a hunt, the minstrels say,
A bout 'twixt predator and prey.
From birth to death, we play this role
And hunt with bodies, minds, and souls
Our lives are spent in this pursuit
And each man's hunt takes its own route

Within our first few hours here
Our hunt’s first stage starts to appear.
Learning becomes our goal in life.
We hone our wits sharp like a knife
With all our might, we seek to grow
Till youth itself becomes our foe.

When youth is slain, adulthood dawns
And even still, our hunt goes on.
But now the goal we’re dreaming of
Is how to track and capture love.
For all the knowledge we now own
Means nothing if we die alone.

Some will find the love they seek
For others prospects are too bleak
But either way, when old age dawns
A brand new hunt in us is spawned
As we look back and seek for proof
Of something to restore our youth

How odd this is: To end our pain
We seek the self-same youth we’ve slain!
What once was ours that we rejected
Was that which we should have protected
For as we hunt from womb to tomb
We hurtle forwards towards our doom.

And at the end of days, we find
The true hunt the gods had in mind
The hunt that haunts our every breath
Is that great hunt which ends in death.
And when our lives Death comes to claim
He is the Hunter, we’re the game.

And when at last we all are caught.
A new life waits beyond all Thought.
I’ll meet you there, beyond that wall
When for me the Hunter calls
For there we all can live as one
And hunt all day ‘neath shining sun.


From The Complete Works of Adagio D'Tranticus, Vol. 2: Tales of Epic Proportions