The Wild Hunt

I joined them, the company of stars,

With their horses, and their firelight eyes.

Where the wind rips through to the bone

We flew to the world's edge

And onward, past all that is known,

And then unknown.

I chose this way of being

Like I chose to run,

For fear that if one day,

when I stay still long enough to fight,

I might die.

For what really is love,

If not something to fight for

Or run from.

Is it choosing the ugly things

Along with the fleeting

And everlasting beauty.

Is it unconditional,

Or steadfast when all else

Threatens to fall away?

Or something to be feared?

Perhaps I believed that,

When I ran.

And perhaps that was

What was brave in the end.

For we must pick our battles.

But know when it is time to go.

And when I joined that hunt in the sky,

With their wild fae horses,

I was free for a time.

But like with all things,

It too must end,

For I am not finished yet,

In the mortal realm.

So this fight I lead,

the fight of the living,

To live, and to love what may never last.

I choose that.