Writer, Artist, Model

The Huntress

 She sits in silence amongst the leaves
 Her eyes are steady her breath at ease
 Her patient palms set on her bow
 Feet firmly planted, and head set low
 The huntress waits and stalks her prey
 Night after night, and into day
 Her vision grows weak, her hopes turns to sorrow
 Each day she prays for a better tomorrow

 Until all at once she sees
 The glint of something among the trees
 She steadies herself, she takes to her aim
 Within her heart there is a flame

 The deer and huntress lock in gaze
 A noble opponent in the morning haze
 The huntress sees this crown-ed buck,
 the velvet hair which hay has stuck

 Her hands are weak, her eyes they close
 and this is how the huntress goes

 Laying in a field of honeydew
 Her stomach thin and overdue
 A meal her lips shall never taste
 Her prize is lost, as is the chase

the hunter

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