Catch The Shadows - Falconer

You grasped a pot of gold

Now it looks like led

On your path of hunger

The gold lies still ahead

At the end of the rainbow

Another rainbow starts

Try to catch the shadows

And run until you fall

Strain your nerves to follow

The temptations of them all

The prizes fade with time

As day fades into night

The state of satisfaction

Is a slowly dying high

As sun descends in the sky

The hunt is on for the dawn

Chasing tricks of the day through the night

The scent of dawn is so sweet

But it is spoiled with each bite

Losing pace among all of the treats