The Hunter's Death

In the green, glossy mist

I spied a bird within the air

Hanging suspended above

For my glossed eye to see.

The life that once flowed

Now flowed out of me

As cold wires seemed to illuminate

From those soft, feathery wings.

Take me.

Don't leave me here to die.

But my fingers grow numb

As the forest fades from existence

My time is up

Gone from me

And there is a v a gu e sen se o f

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