The vicious huntsman

All children born
With candle of death
Struggle to their grieves
till the last breath

If you can hide
in thick scree,
or fortress of mehrangarh
He can swoop
all the souls
like fishes in lake
trapped in
fisherman's net
even lizards
behind our clock,
Ruppell's vulture
embracing clouds under sky

so, there's no way....
but surrender