Cryptics' Fabled Tales

Hunt

Grow anxious with twiddling thumbs,

he is sure to convey weariness on this horror run –

Grab that splintering shovel hun!

Either you or he can assuredly end this night terror of a hunt,

change the dynamics for which others have repetitively become,

whirl the game onto its' gnarly head: round spun –

just be mindful of what thee afterwards, may become....

do not falter to crumbs,

only reassembling that which was defeated: ensuing more nights of frightening fun.