Emotional Bloodhounds

Pursued, through the dense green forest
Set against silver mountains, close behind
Emotional bloodhounds run her down
They are muses, intruding, emitting
Song after song, inhaling her fine fragrance
Their shadows overtake her
Immense matriarchs and patriarchs

Tireless as the sky grows dark
Bellicose, bold, like amazons
And dreams of the deceased decrease
And she is breathless now
And we witness the annihilation
Of a true visionary and she stands
Pale and silent as a nun.