This is the other side of one I did a long time ago “Duke of Bones”. Same character, from the perspective of those he protects rather than hunts. I hope you enjoy. He’s an odd one.

He walks the weave
He walks the cuts
He walks the lines between

Where bound’ry meets
The sundered net
And courage walks unseen.

He walks the edge
Of night and day
And shadowed forest green.

The forest rests
The evening waits.
The quiet morning gleam.

He comes to cut
The morning light
And end an ugly dream.

The darkness sees
The light holds fast
The shadows glint and gleam.

Have now no fear
For still he comes
And walks the in-between.

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