The Hunter stands,
silent and still,
the tails of his leather trench coat
whipping around his legs.
He studies the ship as it sails away,
briskly riding on the clouds
in the Sea of Dreams.
The ocean breeze carries the salt air
into the evening sky,
its sound muffles the call of sea birds
as they lift above the crashing waves.
He smiles, a hard, sly expression
that never reaches his cold eyes.
Innocence is such a wonderful thing,
he thinks, balancing a glowing orb
with his left hand.
It is a trap,
to imprison the souls of dreamers.
He flutters his fingers
and the orb begins to spin,
the smile finally reaches his eyes.
Soon, he thinks,
he will be led straight to Lyssa
by her hero.
They would both be his.
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Another moment in the Dream World. I hope that you are enjoying my artwork and my story. If you are new to this, please go to the oldest post and follow the story from the beginning. It is late here, so I too am going to enter the Dream World.
Until next time,
Mary Michelle Scott