Night Hunter
Everybody’s bad day…
a badge without a star
the one who stood when others fled,
each day to raise the bar
The one they all could come to,
when freedom was in chains
the light that rampaged in the night
—to hunt what darkness claimed
(The New Room: April, 2022)
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