[Falx]: 648.Falcon's Wing: Poetry.Hunters

We are the ones
who dance in the daylight
We are the ones
who hunt in the night
Silent among you
Hidden in sight

We are the wind
whispering, roaring
We are the brook
calm and cold
Walking the knife's edge
silent and bold

How can there be
Light without Darkness?
How can there be
Evil without Good?

We are the ones
who walk in the Shadow
Among you
and separate
We hunt
where there is neither
Good nor Evil
Light nor Darkness
And yet...
Where both reside