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The Huntress
Contributed by
mr_alleycat
on
Tuesday, 25th December 2007 @ 03:12:44 AM in AEST
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Brought up on the warrior's creed
Trained to fill the village need
No better hand at sword or bow
Into the forest she would flow
A wisp of air
A whisper of leaves
The stalking trek
The huntress weaves
Black armor of leather
Breaches skin tight
Her silhouette
But a shadow
In darkenwoods light
While hunting one day
A trail she would cross
A bend of a twig
A smearing of moss
Sparking her interest
She quit hunting that day
To follow this sign
Wherever it may
Whoever it was
She knew it as man
The way that it wanders
No purpose or plan
Strange it seems
It stumbles and falls
Like a drunkards swagger
Bumping the walls
She found the intruder
Laid out by the stream
Movements all jerky
As if fighting a dream
Broad shouldered
Brown hair
Streaked by the sun
Stepping closer
She wonders
"Could this be the one"
Foretold by the seer
Past carnival day
That love would find her
In just such a way
Of love and of men
None she had known
The lot of the huntress
Was sleeping alone
She knew in the instant
Their eyes met
Struck by the knowledge
Her future was set
The longing of yesterdays
Finally at rest
Holding true love
The end of her quest
He looked on the face
Of a heavenly sight
And said
"Love I've found you"
Then slipped into night
She placed her hand
On his quivering chest
Cradled his head
On to her leather-cupped breast
She had found her true love
And said her goodbye
Shaken by sorrow
Whispering why
She sat there rocking
Tears streaking her cheek
For what she had lost
By darkenwoods creek
With pain so great
Why don't I Bleed
Weeps the daughter
Of the woodsman's seed
Many years later
She would relive the day
Sitting by the fire
Her hair streaked in gray
Her love's features sharp
Her vision clear still
Not clouded with mistrust
Nor conflicts of will
She sat there smiling
At a young woman's plea
And how it was answered
By the heart of a tree
Pulp tea the seer
Pressed her that day
Held the gate open
The fever at bay
Two became one
As foretold by the fates
In the manner of love
And meaning of mates
Copyright ©
mr_alleycat
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2007-12-25 03:12:44]
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Re: The Huntress
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by emystar on
Tuesday, 25th December 2007 @ 09:30:15 AM AEST
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Wow, Mr allycat,
A very mystical, mezmering write.
awesome work.
Are you sure your just an allycat?
You remind me of the catman.
Awesome work and keep on.
huggs, smiles, happy, happy holidays,
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Re: The Huntress
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by mr_alleycat on
Tuesday, 25th December 2007 @ 03:36:57 PM AEST
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Thank you Emy,
I've been mr_alleycat for the last five years.
I started as just alleycat, but got tired of telling gys I'm a Tom when they PMed me [IMG]http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g49/mr_alleycat/nimampojma.gif[/IMG] |
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Re: The Huntress
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by mr_alleycat on
Tuesday, 25th December 2007 @ 03:38:20 PM AEST
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Re: The Huntress
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by mr_alleycat on
Tuesday, 25th December 2007 @ 03:40:04 PM AEST
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