An Ode To Demon Hunters

This is dedicated to the fam-ram, to the friends that stay and the ones who leave, for the ones out-of-sight but in-our-hearts, and to remember those in our sight, and most importantly, let's thank God for Demon Hunters.
Hold your ear to the winds, listen as they speak of me in disgust; weak, frightened, cowardly and broken, the crows chant, and quick to self-pity; but if you will listen, I can still hear it's song, still show you the rabbit on the moon, I can feel love and passion, and wish others would feel those things too.