The Hunters Call

Stirred awake
Bathed in inky darkness
The shrill scream
Beckoned by his horn

Handmaidens a flurry
Bosom proud, corset tight
Hair unkempt, he cares not
Bow and quiver at the ready

The hunter was riding high
This night, clear and warm
We rode, swift as the wind
In pursuit, prey unseen

The dawn, fast approaching
Prey, still elusive
Till another night, we’ll dance
With blade and bow.

I’m just playing with some imagery that I’ve pieced together both from dreams and actual events.


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