Blood in the Outline

Strange tracks scar the ground

You laugh at what I’ve found

A snake lies skinned and bare

Something worse is there

Cord on my axe; take aim

Your doubt is not my shame

Keep calling me small

I hear what stalks us all

Empty air won’t leave a track

Something’s there; it’s staring back

Blood in the outline

I read every sign

You look past me—fine

Your blind spot is mine

Green on my skin, head in hand

Now the doubters understand

Orange petals; heat drops low

Cold enough to lose my glow

Fallen mask; three lights

The bolts obey its sights

Back to that sinking ground

I’ll turn your aim around

Go on, think I’m weak

I’ll make your weapon speak

Mark the spot, then let it track

Your own shot comes turning back

Blood in the outline

I read every sign

You look past me—fine

Your blind spot is mine

Green on my skin, head in hand

Now the doubters understand

Bear raised; red rain

A shape inside the stain

Later—one last ride

Cloaked strike; my brother died

Now you see no threat

My trap’s already set

Blood in the outline

I drew the last line

You looked past me—fine

Your last move was mine

Green on my skin, head in hand

Now the doubters understand