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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
my poetry

Submitted: November 26, 2011

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Submitted: November 26, 2011

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In a whirling haze, a flash of light in a midnight maze

piercing the shadows of the twilight shades

streaking towards the target on distant shore

lost and moving, never knowing aimed for

bowshot never missed, forever sent with deaths last kiss

run if you will for we are all prey, and she is the hunt

our deaths are to please her desire for sport

our blood runs rivers of pain, broken by a single shot

the horn rings out, the hunt is done

i have fallen to the huntress arrow. and yet there is no sorrow 

i am free


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